Watermelon Memories
When I was a child and first ate watermelon
It was a story that really needs ‘tellin’
My father would gather us in the back yard
We would watch him cut it, the waiting was hard
In the heat of the summer, always a treat
Anticipating that red fleshy sweet meat
When he cut it open the juices would run
We’d patiently wait for those slices of fun
The middle the best part, for no seeds were there
My father would urge us to eat it with care
“Don’t worry if sticky juice runs down your face”
“Slow down and enjoy it, this is not a race”
But he always warned us and said “Little dears..
Don’t swallow the seeds, vines will grow out your ears!”
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