Watermelons Poems - Poems about Watermelons

dogs eating lions small fish eating big fish watermelons grown squarish bombing tunnels is third world war blind obedience to next level state is causing mass civil killings in long war like broken stars,broken earth may discontinue sun orbit it is supranova explosion it is end of civilisation it is universal death ...

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Watermelons as Roses bloom, while these peelings; Leaves make room for drops Within flesh of such redness, Dyed with the purest juices....

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Watermelons Dull, thick, green rind with a creamy yellow behind, From where on the ground, it sat waiting to ripen. Round the gourd, the melon matured, bursting the gird; With juicy, sweet liquid, and fresh succulent meat (Ninety per cent water and six percent sugars) Ready for consumption in the hot summer weather. Carefully pick the vegetable from the bin; Choosing the size,...

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CHAMELIONS AND WATERMELONS One foot forward, pause a sec Two foot forward, pause and check Googley green goggles, round and round spies. Slow reptilian eyes spots garden boy who in great excitement cries. "deez aaah, aah, what seh in Ingish...?" The garden boy tried words to distinguish. Runs right round the yard to Stan. Stan was his...

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This story I am about to unfold, is a favorite about my Grandfather. In which he starts out acting very bold, yet ends, running up a painful lather. Down the dirt road, where he lived, when young, was a farmer growing watermelons. Ripe, ready to eat, on the vines they hung. From this patch, the farmer, did sell ‘em. Being a boy with...

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This story I am about to unfold, is a favorite about my Grandfather. In which he starts out acting very bold, yet, ends running up a painful lather. Down the dirt road, where he lived, when young, was a farmer growing watermelons. Ripe, ready to eat, on the vines they hung. From this patch, the farmer then, did sell 'em. Being a boy...

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