No Matter What

30 Apr

Hey! Put that down! That’s my cantaloupe! It’s ripe. I smelled the belly button, thumped it and made sure it wasn’t green. It has the perfect aroma of in season juicy tongue dripping melon. My mouth is set on that melon in particular, and YOU CAN’T HAVE IT! It’s mine! I said all of this to a stout woman at the farmer’s market this morning. What a bitch… stealing fruit from a crippled ole circus woman! Cantaloupe to me, is like picking the right man. You got to squeeze them, get to know them… Of course they gotta smell sweet. That’s a must. If a man don’t smell nice girls… Run the other direction! I know I’m always talkin’ about men, but truly this old gal is certainly lonely. It seems that any boy I meet lately just doesn’t work out. I don’t know what the universe is trying to tell me! Maybe, I am simply too old to be frolicking around with cantaloupes. I should just give up! -Mavis


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