Watermelon on my head
My poem tells the story ...
Watermelon on My Head
Many years in the distant past
Earth Club teens of me once asked:
“Why do these old guys call us watermelons?”
As though their care of Earth made them felons.
I replied, “It’s a throwback to Edgar Hoover days
When it was considered left-wing ways
To seek justice for others and the planet,
Hoping to instill fear and cause a deterrent.
“But, we still don’t understand the meaning
Of watermelon as left-wing leaning.”
I said, “You’re red on the inside
While you’re green on the outside.”
Earnest and intelligent yet still innocent,
They remained unclear of what I meant.
“Red”, I said, “is the colour of communism.
Watermelon, for them, is an insulting euphemism.”
I continued to make my thoughts quite clear
By adding that politics should not interfere.
Planetary well-being is a universal health issue
For which all of us have something we can do.
Of course, it’s all about green, not about red.
What’s this? I found a watermelon for my head!
Light green, dark green, and in-between green:
Everywhere I go that’s how I’m seen.
With a watermelon by Nutcase on my head
I’m making a statement everywhere I tread.
Although it’s not immediately understood
A bicycle demonstrates that my intentions are good.
A melon on my head may also inspire a smile
And often those who stop will chat a while.
At times, some assume I’m a Roughrider’s fan
To which I deny that it’s a part of my plan.
Once, in Chase, B.C., a fan walked up to me
Extending an invitation to join his company.
A long table full of food everywhere spread
Resulted in me being incredibly well-fed.
Only when I had a full food platter
These Rider’s fans asked if I was a supporter.
Reluctantly, I confessed that I was not
They didn’t mind though that’s what they thought.
Needless-to-say, green is a favorite colour of mine;
Green accessories I look for all the time.
Bright green panniers and bicycle with a splash of red,
Green shorts and socks and a watermelon on my head.
September 25th, 2024