Dispatches from the wilds of Poetania – Watermelon

are the watermelonniest
that ever
You make other watermelons
look like rockmelons.
Dry rockmelons.
More rocks, really,
than melons.

People are probably going to think
this is some sort of elaborate metaphor
and that’s fine
let ’em.
The important thing
is that we know the truth,
my love.


I meant to say


Published in: on April 28, 2011 at 5:20 pm  Comments (5)  
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  1. Excellent post! I enjoyed reading it very much.

    Poetry will never loose it’s touch even as we enter this digital age. Thanks for sharing.

    A Poem for Mothers

    • Thanks! I’m glad you like it.

  2. Love it

    • Aw, shucks. I bet you say that to all the watermelon-poets.

  3. I watermelon you.

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