Watermelon is summer with brothers and sisters
And the roo.
The one who screams,
The berater, batter-and-chief.
And watermelon is winter in another town.
With a worshiper of Strappy
Flipping me like a pan-ee-cake
In the cool school morning
Silly and giggley and
“This is how you love,
this is how you stand up for yourself. “
So, even in law school I am the vocal one,
And I am an ego booster for anyone.
Fueled by bipolar fruit at breakfast.