Squeeze My Lemon
I'm heading home - I have a date
Chills play my spine - I pass my gate
Time to eat - hope I'm not late
I rush myself up spiral stairs
I'm hurrying cause I like mine rare
It's dinner time, I'm feeling fine
I lick my chops and grab some wine
I sing and dance across the room
To one of Zeppelins silky tunes
"Squeeze my lemon till the juice runs down my leg
Squeeze it so hard - I fall right out of bed"
Alas with ringing of the bell
Wafts cross the room, 'OH! delightful smell
I sit to eat, has it gone too far?
You know I like my meat Tartar
I squeeze some lemon on his leg
And lick my lips as I am fed
I Slurp His blood so darkly red
My secrets out, I love the dead
Daintily, I wipe my chin
Daintily, And then I grin
Copyright © Shaunda Lindsay | Year Posted 2016
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