Tasty Cantaloupe
Oh, cantaloupe,How fragrant you smell,
your intoxicating fragence,
delicate layers built so frail,
Unknowing of your coming demise;
to fall beneath the blade of the sharpest knives.
Oh why must you suffer in our maws,
our devouring, hungry crushing jaws,
you don't deserve this fate but alas;
it is too late for you are upon my plate.
and I am going to eat you.
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