Forbidde
Stephanie J
Rules are made to be broken, lik That we haul out of the icy strea Out in the field that morning, th I find one; the most pleasing to I know it holds the sweetest juic That the curve of its rind would And that it would arouse great h I pick it anyway; I want it just fo As I stand over the watermelon, My sons, shivering and dripping Waiting eagerly for the moment That would penetrate that perfe I pause and look at them Put down the knife, lift that wate And crash it down on the picnic The green flesh explodes to yelp As the pink flesh is birthed to th The flies approach, attracted to Of ripeness, I wave them away, My wife looks at me sadly, fishin And cleans up after us.
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