I can hardly
walk by a watermelon
without rapping my knuckles
on it to see
if it has that nice
hollow sound, not that i'm
going to buy another
melon this summer.
I'm full of melon.
same goes for a woman
walking by in a short skirt,
I can hardly keep
my head still, from
turning around,
not that i'll chase her
down the street
and beg her to be mine.
it's just the way we are.
men.
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