Everyday Canvas

Ode to a Watermelon

Prompt: Write an ode to your favorite fruit.

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Ode to a Watermelon

When it begins to grow on a healthy vine
I know everything about it will be benign

small size, hybrid, red flesh inside
so I smack my lips with gourmet’s pride.

Lo and behold, its globe is now in slices
forget about all other candies and ices

I’ve succumbed to its spell and lost my mind
then stabbed wide-eyed its dark green rind,

But my love is not contraband like money or ammunition
thus, its juice on my face doesn’t deserve admonition.

Next, I search with care and find one black seed, shiny
now I have to wait after planting without turning whiny.