Watermelons

Funny poem about a childhood experience.

Now watermelons are a wonderful treat

They're the very best food that I like to eat.

I wonder why we save them for special days

As for watermelons, I would gladly pay.

I'd pay whatever the cost might be

Just to savor the flavor of that delightful treat

Just thinking of them gives me shivers to my toes

There's nothing else that can even come close.

Their sweet juicy flavor just melts in my mouth

On a hot summer day, I just want to shout

As I feel the juice trickle down my dry throat

It's the very best feeling a food can evoke.

Watermelons, watermelons I'll praise you forever

You're the one dish I'll pass up, not ever, no never

When I'm thirsty and feeling ready for a drink

It's only of watermelons that I start to think.

It might be an icy cold winter day outside

But that doesn't stop me from wishing inside

Of ripe, red, tender watermelon flesh

Even though I know I must wait, I guess.

Wait until summer comes round once more

With its hot hazy days and humidity's high score

To see watermelons piled up to the sky

All ready and waiting for me to buy.

Now I'll tell you a funny story that happened to me

I was only twelve or so at the time, you see

Visiting a lady friend my parents had made

She had two children about my same age.

She took us all down the freeway a ways

Til we got to a farmhouse with garden and hay

Beside was a river, fast-flowing and cold

The day was so hot we all made a bold

Run for the water to cool ourselves down

We had great fun splashing around like clowns

We jumped and screamed 'til so tired were we

We fell on the grass to rest and to breathe.

And then my eyes saw a rare surprise

The farmer began piling watermelons high

Watermelons, watermelons come one and all

It was a great party, as I readily recall.

We ate and ate as much as our tummies

Could hold of those watermelons, so yummy

We ate till our stomachs started to pop

It seemed that of eating, we just couldn't stop.

It was time to go home down the freeway so far

So we all hopped in my friend's beautiful car

But after just a few minutes of traveling along

Every one of us children sang a brand new song.

The song was quite funny, but no one was impressed

All we could think of was giving our bladders a rest

Bathroom, bathroom we all in chorus sang

We sounded like the little rascals gang.

But on the freeway, no exits were found

No ramps to see if a bathroom's around

What in this world could one conceive

To find some relief for the children that grieved.

Well, to make a very long story short

We found a bathroom but learned not to resort

To overeating watermelon when far from home

Too much watermelon makes your bladder groan!