When life leaves you lemons
deserved or not
some sunny summer's day
neither fret nor sweat
if citrus is all you've got
to show for your lot
to keep the blues at bay
be creative pull out all stops
keep calm stay cool
either squish or get off the pot
think of a drink
(old fruit)
and you're made in the shade
easy peasy lemon squeezy
simply put... make lemonade
Lithe lime faerie was a cousin to Lucy Lemon.
They were both young girls, only six or seven.
Flying in tandem, showing the garden their scents.
The were both lovely, most said heaven-sent.
Lemon layer cake frosted
With lemon cream smooth
Sliced and served upon blue plates
Sweet iced tea lovely
Lemon slices served
Delightful
Tea
Bouncy jouncy lemon cake
Made by grandma who loved to bake
Rolled into balls, it bounced fine
We did not like lemon, orange or lime
Classic lemon meringue pie:
fluffy, sweet and tart,
the thought of it makes me sigh!
With a light pastry
it's just so tasty...
delicious...
yum!
And being told of my financial state,
I grit my teeth poor as a rotting board,
I feel like a lemon squeezed, I dont feel great ,
Please dont sink my ship while I am aboard.;
And news like this,my guts squirt out lemon juice,
I am being squeezed dry -feel I want to die ,
Financially speaking I need a truce,
A lemon squeezed no taste I want to cry,
Life with no zest is not life its abuse,
I play by your rule book most of the time,
A financial respite would make things right
My life would be like sweet wine and sunshine,,
I ask for little we need not have to fight.
Life is a quacking duck ,news rules some luck,
Your help pleases me and I never get stuck.
Samuel Langhorne Clemens
had a wit as acidic as a lemon
to many pompous people he was a pain
especially with his pen name Mark Twain
It was a big backyard,
big enough to hold
the imagination of a boy -
trees to climb,
sheds to explore,
a large lawn to swing a bat
or kick a ball
and in a quiet corner,
a sanctuary for prayer
when my grandmother,
bent over and groaning
with angina, had me
go there and ask God
for help.
There were long summers
of almonds, plump grapes,
peaches and apricots
and cold winters bursting
with big, bright oranges.
There were places where
you could heal a hurt
or hide when bruised and full
of fear. Sad how it grew
smaller with the years
like an old religion,
less important to life,
ignored until it shrank
to the size of a lemon tree
nourished only
by the beer filled bladders
of teenage boys back from
the local pub,
dying for a pee.
He thinks he’s a phenomenon,
An orange, when he’s mere lemon.
The more he gets the squeeze,
The more proves an ass he’s,
A kind that higher goes,
The more tends to expose
Like a monkey on tree
Whose rear we all can see,
One who lacks sense not so common.
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Happenings |11.09.2024| USA, political, Humour
Pet’s note: This is third in a series of three limericks on current happenings in USA. An ass here means the quadruped, Some, so sensitive, may please note.
If I can be honest
I must cranberry confess
I really don’t want it
No longer need your sex
I don’t mean you
Are invaluable to me
Just mean I don’t want
All that huffing and puffing
I giggle sometimes
At myself for lemon lime
Is the taste of the sexless
And it is still good to eat
Between the sheets of paper poetry
I did once enjoy so now I don’t
Change my mind want a sexless song
To sing as a fire sign soul
It’s not that I don’t love
I guess I love me more
Cranberry confessions
Sexless obsessions
licking lemon lips
painting phrases pretending
windy words won’t whip
SMILE WITH A LEMON A’PEEL
When Life Gives You Lemons...
As life sometimes will
No matter what you feel...
Turn that sour pucker into a "Jesus Smile"
Smile with a lemon a'peel! (Appeal)
Redolent spring air
aromatic breath of life
sublime lemon grove
Tambourine tears fall with such grace
They actually make music on my face
A festival of salt on blackened skin
Pickled smile teasing the audience again
Bitterness is an acquired fruit
After fasting, it is at least something…to eat
A means of consuming protein…the meat
Of getting back to business and reconstructing
Changes shuttle as seasons flavor the wind
Like melting snow
The saltiness gives way to new perspective
Like lemonade from lemons
Tambourine tears begin to sing
Of jaded joy
Of laughter after loss
Of love and light again
Sugar was misnamed for she was perpetually unhappy.
If I had a pony, I could cheer up.
She got a pony and was more dour now.
If I had a fire truck, I would smile from sunup to sundown.
We went into debt buying her one.
She was happy for eighteen minutes tops.
If I had a lemon clock, I could die happy.
We got her one.
But it did not work.
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