A Day at the Garden Market

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Sexual innuendos soak this fruity story like a good sangria
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I had a big, thick, long banana-
And two hairy Kiwis swinging low-
In a grocery bag at the market.
I see you just putting on a show.
You've got two big ripe honeydew melons-
Not even covered, out on display.
All the passerbys look right at ‘em-
Wondering how much they’d have to pay?
You got yourself so hot and sweaty-
You took out a bite-sized Baby Ruth.
When I asked if I could help-
You told me to come in the back of your booth.
It was a tight fit, but I managed-
To squeeze myself inside.
We roughly manhandled your juicy melons-
As a quick kiss was applied.
I left with Baby Ruth kisses on my banana-
Which was very ripe, yet slightly bruised.
The back of your booth now covered you ponder-
It surviving another round of daily use.

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