In Watermelon Time
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.
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Ann Arbor Argus-Democrat