Wash The Watermelon

It was a large lump, in the middle of the mud

It was a bump, just a lump, in the middle of the dump

It was fun for the kids, who leaped it with a jump

Some went around, it was a really large lump


A smaller, shorter child, tried to make it over too

But he bumped it on the top, he nudged it with his shoe

He stood up in the mud, and looked at it anew

He knocked off the mud, and it was plain to me and you.


He rubbed it with a hand, he knocked the dirt some more

To make the clean spot bigger, he rubbed it with his shirt

Soon the stripes were clear, as his arm began to hurt

In seconds everyone knew, it was time for some dessert


So we rolled it over and over, knocking dirt off with our hands

Watching the appearance of its wide green bands

We washed it with a hose, cleaning it of sand

Cut it into pieces, because eating it was grand!


Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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3 Responses to Wash The Watermelon

  1. lillylion says:

    Oh, spring is starting to emerge and watermelons days are not long behind!

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