Watermelons

Here's a silly poem. It probably has as many rhymes with earth as possible, but you never know.

Melon

Sleeping giant, belly round, in grass-vined earth,
Grown is the seed melon, watery in its birth,
Raised from farmer’s hand, planted in rows and girth,
A ton of watermelons, more than a billion’s worth,
Seeded simply for the flavor, else taste buds feel its dearth,
The wonder of the red juice that dances round in mirth