When Life Gives You Lemons
A neighbor got a lovely gift
Of lemons, but too much
For her to use so, neighborly,
She chose to get in touch.
She emailed with an offer
That her bounty she would share
Since even after using some,
She still had lots to spare.
I told her I would take a few
And thanked her, just to find
She’d left an overflowing bag,
By my front door, behind.
With way too many, I did try
To send a big bunch back
But she declined, quite sure I’d use
Each lemon in the sack.
A recipe for lemon cookies,
Using juice and zest,
Appealed to me; I made a batch
But, truth be told, at best
They were so mediocre
They were barely fit to eat,
Not lemony enough and yet
Too far from being sweet.
You might suspect this failure
Left me saddened and dismayed,
But I’ll follow that old saying
And just make some lemonade!
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