NEVER OUT OF SEASON.
Watermelon is luscious and sweet.
A fruit that I crave.
Such a wonderful treat.
Of it's merits I rave.
I ask for it everywhere.
Sometime I find it too.
I am a sad affair.
But what to do?
I could eat it every day.
How crazy is that?
Whatever the cost, I'll pay.
To watermelon, I tip my hat.
No word will rhyme with it.
I love for words to rhyme.
This poem must be a hit,
Or it's just a waste of time.
Dot Ellis
Creative Writers Group
September 2015
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