Theresa Ann Moore

(1940 / Michigan, U.S.A.)

My Favorite Fruit


The fresh sweet pastel smell
makes me uncontrollably drool
The seed speckled juicy flesh
attracts me like sparkling jewel

When I take a portion, I rejoice
The luscious flavor is unique
My entire body succumbs
becoming invigorated…yet weak

A buzzing bee circles above
with an annoying desire to partake
Go away, you'll have none!
Persisting will be your final mistake

A second helping is within my reach
I can't ignore or simply walk away
Yes indeed, it is just as sweet
Purely satisfying…an irresistible buffet

Remaining on my face is an extended smile
Rinds are duplicating my curved expression
The last remains are conveying my appreciation
Watermelon is my favorite fruit without question

2/25/2010

Submitted: Friday, February 26, 2010

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