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!”