Whirling Watermelon Ride

I woke up one gray and melancholy morning munching oatmeal and buttered toast, alone same as yesterday, last week and maybe tomorrow when I saw a whirling wonder flying down my road. It swirled outside my windowpane it swirled from head to toe it swirled with neon pinks and greens it swirled and twirled and flowed! I saw a bicycle with watermelon wonder wheels as they rode in tumbling tandem down my road and on it sat a generous, rotund lady ballerina with bright red lipstick, holding a bright red rose. She waved at me and smiled, as I gawked at her, alone her hair flew wildly behind her, as she pedaled down the road the clouds suddenly parted, and as the morning sun shone joy filled my eyes, to see that watermelon ride whirling down my road.