The Lemon
I wandered like a lemon,
Over hill and dale,
My skin was looking yellow,
My complexion rather pale.
I rolled on down a ridge,
Just trying to get a grip,
Taking in what nature offered,
Alas, it was giving me the pip.
I started feeling seedy,
I'd been exercising for an hour,
No matter what I seemed to do
My mood remained quite sour.
Copyright © John Williams | Year Posted 2016
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