Lemon Tarts and Oatmeal Cookies
Life’s not always peachy keen
or cherries in a bowl
Often, just the stems and fuzz
are left to heal your soul
Yes, perhaps a lemon tart
has puckered up your lips
Perhaps, the apple of your eye
just ate your bag of chips
None-the-less, it’s worth the work
No sour grapes to spoon
Even when you’re getting old
your plum can be a prune
And so your shrunken raisins
are now filling up your plate
Make some cookies, have some fun
Remember “it’s a date”!
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