Eye Rhymes That Don'T

I choked on a lemon possessed by a demon. I coughed and I coughed; it wasn’t enough. I called on my mother, but she couldn’t bother to come to my aid, or that’s what she said. I started to sweat; the danger was great. Sweat broke out in beads; I thought I was dead. And so I did swallow as best would allow. It looked pretty awkward; I won no award. Life is cliches, but loss turns to riches, for death I had cheated, a new life created: from lemons, a twist; from demons to Christ.