Of all the fruit varieties
The melon’s romantic life
Is the one most prone to
Tension, tears, and strife.
From the watermelon bride
Who will never be a mom
Because she was made seedless
For Harry, Dick, and Tom,
To the green-internal melon
Who tries not to be a nag
But every list is a honeydew,
Which can sort of be a drag.
If you’re a melon being married
Then you had better hope
That your partner is approved of
Because you cantaloupe.
In the life of a melon
It’s a challenge to be jolly.
Perhaps that’s why when you are sad
They call it melancholy.
The Daily Travesty 