The Rotting Melon of Life Son of Melon After the melon had long since rotted away Long since forgotten by the earth He had not destroyed all traces his seed yet remained The Son of Melon began to bud The Son of Melon slowly matured With hopes and ambitions a plenty Yes this will be a melon to be feared Nothing would stand in his way As he grew stronger His proud green skin glistening in the sun He doubted not his greatness And that he would change the world Until one cold afternoon When the hands of fate turned against him The farmer stumbled out in drunken stupor And wandered into the patch All of Son of Melon s intentions and ambitions Gone as quickly as the lightning flashes down from the sky The world unchanged to his vision Son of Melon the victim of a drunken farmer s boot More enocide lit! DISCLAIMER These poems while highly odd in nature are a humorous look at pride and the downfall of the proud Don t take it too seriously And don t jump off a bridge or anything