Summer Melon

As the honeyed nectar drips down the little boy’s chin
He runs towards his mother who has some napkins
With great fuss and a pinch on the cheek
He manages to escape
But not without yet another piece
His teeth bite into the juicy red flesh
And he spits the seeds out, one by one
the sun comes down and the air gets crisps
he thinks, watermelon really is a good summer treat





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