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In Watermelon Time

In Watermelon Time image
Parent Issue
Day
29
Month
August
Year
1902
Copyright
Public Domain
OCR Text

In Watermelon Time.

I've no pronounced objection to the apple or the peach;

I rather like a berry, either black or straw or blue;

There's a quality or flavor I am partial to in each;

I can eat a plum or cherry with no small enjoyment too.

In its season I can tackle a nice orange or a fig;

There are times when pears or nectarines go promptly to the spot,

But there's no fruit of them all that suits yours truly like a big

And juicy watermelon when the weather's blazing hot.

 

I love it, cool and dewy, in its pretty, greenish rind,

When, fagged and warm and parched with dust an inch thick in my throat,

I see its rosy pulp - that is, I see it in my mind - 

Its generous proportions, and upon the same I gloat, 

But when that vision's realized I ask for nothing more;

I'm perfectly and blissfully contented with my lot.

I think there never could be a greater happiness in store

Than a juicy watermelon when the weather's blazing hot.

 

I don't require a silver fork; a plate I'll do without;

A little shade, a butcher knife - these simple things I pray.

I do no fancy carving, but with reverence devout

I slice it down the middle in the good, old fashioned way.

I take a semicircle and my face therein inclose;

I shut my eyes in ecstasy; maybe you think I'm not

In earnest when I tell you that the finest fruit that grows

Is a juicy watermelon when the weather's blazing hot.

 - Chicago News.