Little Melon Lover

A little girl lived on the banks of a curly river;
she was little, round, plump and daily getting bigger.
‘The Girl’, just that was her name;
even though it sounded so lame.

This girl loved sweets and fruits;
and most of all, she liked melons.
She bought ladles of these fruits
and bought all sorts, red & yellow, tasty & juicy melons.

Once she went to a little village town;
known for its scrumptious melons.
there she saw it, the melon worth a crown;
for truly, it was a king of all melons.

Large and round it was, with dark stripes;
green like grass, big as sailing ships.
the fruit held flavours of a hundred types;
and The girl started wetting her lips.

She had no control and bought it whole;
no flavours to spare, all of it together;
and brought it back home, brought it whole;
to enjoy all the delicious flavours together.

but alas! On the way back, it rolled off;
“Oh my melon, come back…” She cried.
it paid no heed and went off & off;
pieces of it broke off. “Oh my melon”, she cried.

but such was written in the stars;
no man (or woman) shall enjoy these tastes;
unless he (or she) shares it from Earth to Mars;
so “SPLASH!” went a large bit into water with all the tastes.

and therefore dears, if you ever see;
a melon growing large and juicy sweet.
Know that this little girl, little though was she;
was one round, plumb reason why its so sweet.

For the waters of the curly river flowed on with the sweet;
and made all the melons of the world a real treat.

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