Carried so gently in the house
Careful each step
Walk softly like a mouse
My heart giving one big leap
On the counter I delicately sat it
Looking in amazement at its size
Ah my pride it will not quit
I am telling you the truth, nope not a lie it was a prize
Quick grasp the scale
I must weigh it before it is cut!
Just as I thought without fail
It could feed a family of ten in a hut
Twenty six pounds of juicy succulent delight
My watermelon I grew from a lil’ green stem
Perfect for the party going on tonight
My guest will all be happy, yes all of them
Lovely poem! Your description of the watermelon made my mouth actually water! ! LOL It's almost like seeing a child grow up and go away to college, gardening is. Much nurturing involved. Enjoyed it and you deserve a brag :) Take care! Ashley xo
At least it didn't get away...like my fish the other day.... Very nice and homely Patricia.
OOOH I'm proud of you! I think this is lovely P. Well-written of course but also so sort of... homely and telling. Enjoy! t xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Suddenly I am craving watermelon! You got me again! xoxo ~Ray