Life is just like a watermelon.
Cool and tasty on a Sunday afternoon.
Sweet and flavorful on a Saturday morning.
When you get to the end near the rine, you throw it away.
Sometimes there are seeds but you just have to pick them out,
because life is nothing but a watermelon.
Author Notes: Sorry this is so short! I just wanted to feel accomplished for a moment because I finished something. Comment if this is true: Never writing stories because I don't have the patience to write them. If this is you, don't worry, me too. I have the attention span of a literal fly. Have a great day! :)