by Anonymous

Up from the South, by boat and train. 
Now comes the King of Fruits again; 
Lucious feast for judge or felon, 
Glorious, sun-kissed Watermelon; 
Green as emerald in its rind,
But cutting through it thou shalt find 
Sweetest mass of crimson beauty
Tempting angels from their duty.
— Ode to Watermelon, anonymous
 


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