Your skin is like a scaly lizard
Who's just about to flake.
The yellow sticker on your nethers
Speaks of your exclusivity
As soon, like Elvis, you will leave the building
For the limo dumpster.
Or have a second chance in the community
At the fridge, maybe
Where a grateful stranger's hands
May fondle you before placing you
Ignominiously next to the tins of soup.
I'm not going to let you go.
Today, you are mine
And I pick you up with just one hand
And give you a squeeze.
Oh, yes.
Still firm.
Ripe and ready to be taken home.
You, my sweet, are mine.
You may be fading,
Your colours muting and
You're shrinking in your increasing age
But when I split you open
You are gorgeous.
I strip you of your pips
And consume.
Delicious.
***
So, ahem, this is a poem about melon which had been reduced in price at the supermarket and was particularly tasty but on reflection, this poem reads more like smut than appreciation. For that, I apologise. It wasn't really my intent but as I kept writing, I thought it was quite funny in some ways, the desire that I declare for this melon and the way I select it, although it's also feels seedy somehow, if that's not a pun too far.
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Comments (11)
Oh, I love this! Playful use of double entendres! A joy to read! 😄🍈
Haha. That's great. Although I had a bit of a brain cramp and melon as lemon. So, the part about how sweet and delicious is was, kinds thew me off at first. 🤣
Haha I think the smutty undertones make it even better. Great work!
Hahahahaha I'm with Shirley. I didn't realise the smutty side of it until you mentioned it, lol. Anything on clearance makes me very happy! Loved your poem!
Sweet & juicy! So long as you're eating it the same day, it should be perfect! I didn't find it smutty at all but rather identified with it thoroughly, being one who's always looking for a bargain & knowing that it's going to be perfect for eating later that day.
I didn't read any smut until...you mentioned it. lol We should pick our mates better than we pick our fruits, though! lol
Yeah definitely some smut undertones but I love the gratitude and joy in this nonetheless. 🤍
I definitely read the smut! But in a loving appreciative way! Hey, enjoyment of appetite is a wonderful thing!
Ahhh, but good food is so sensual. In the Song of Solomon, the writer uses several food references to describe, ahem, various body parts of his beloved. Sometimes I am so thick. Until I read your smut connection, I did not make the connection and had to reread it to join the fun. I loved it!
Juicy!
Oh, I don't think this was about a melon at all! Rogue poetery at its best.