I wanted to talk with you Jesus.
Found you in my heart.
I Love you Jesus.
Trusting you to return at the perfect time.
Lemon tea with Peace in my heart.
Under the stars till you Rapture us.
Waiting for Jesus my King to bring us home with him.
Lemon Lime soda a drink divine
pure and clear lemon and lime
Bubbly sweet with liquid clean
for a refreshing soda taste supreme
Needs no coloring just a little ice
parched on a hot day it taste nice
Quenches your thirst can drink two
sharing one for me the other for you
7 Up is great but prefer Sprite
either one lemon lime delight
Other brands good but the big two
7 Up and Sprite soda trusted true
So for celebrations of any kind
be sure to enjoy a soda of lemon lime.
Popping out from under time's ruffled sun
a regally vested, chit-chatty Robin.
Cheerily navigating the lemon lime grass.
Perhaps looking for a beetle or crumb.
He daintily hip-hopped into my ring
on legs of beige twigs and lute strings.
Gently tilting a Tiffany-kissed beak.
Offering a daisy chain of silvery peeps.
I thought him just another avian busker
hustling up a mate and something to eat.
I'd little to offer and vigorously apologized.
He just glanced toward his robin egg sky.
Then offered me, in pastels, a Basho haiku.
I volleyed back with crayon-streaked senryu.
Before gliding off to sweet memory land,
he gifted an orange gem from his regal vest.
I considered this day to be impeccably blessed
by Lord Robin of the lemon-lime grass.
A True Story
“If you do a little wee
Upon your lemon tree
It might not smell beaut
But it’s good for the fruit.”
So I did a little wee
Upon the lemon tree
The grass it did burn
But I did not learn.
It seems our dog came
And did much the same
This was not funny
And smelled like a dunny.
My wife saw red
And donged my head
With a rolling pin
For my gardening sin.
So learn from my mistakes
For goodness sakes
And never ever wee
On your lemon tree.
* But because citrus are "nitrogen-hungry" plants, a diluted application can boost growth and fruit production. For best results, dilute 1 cup (don't use your wife's measuring cup) of urine in 1 gallon of water, or apply it sparingly around the root zone rather than directly on the trunk.
quirky bats from lemon flats
rolled up into the orange mats
did not come out until Halloween
hidden until they chose to be seen
the children liked them right away
parents were not yelling “yes, hooray!”
but children are not fearful until they are told
by people who are prejudiced, staid and old
Moving across the universe
I look up and see the twinkles from the black sky.
Embracing the sound and releasing my stress away.
I couldn’t help but notice you more.
Out of all the days, it seems like I had to see you more.
Remember I still exist,
I am not sure if I am glad to see you or sad from a distance.
A line I can’t cross,
Is this forever?
I hope you’re doing okay,
A friendship hidden in the attic,
Only revisited when I start to miss that time in life.
I was looking in the wrong places from the beginning,
Knowing you were there made me not worry.
I should’ve known and been more wiser,
To follow my feelings and change my thinking,
Now this is life with those decisions.
It’s been so long and gotten comfortable,
Is it even the same?
Are we still the kids that were just trying to find a good time?
You were important and didn’t show you.
How will life be as we grow older?
I am lured in by the smell of lemon muffins, so tall
the blueberry scones are calling me to the back wall
Oh, my goodness, are those Italian cookies homemade?
I enter the bright bakery wondering why they don’t pull the shade
The sun is pouring in, lighting up the day in fast order
Grinning big time is the proprietor, old Mrs. McCorder
We are making two homemade soups for lunch, she tells me
And you’d best come back for apricot pie, it will be ready at three!
No one has to pull my hair to get me to buy my fill
My sacks are so full they threaten to over-spill
I leave with rhubarb pie and three kinds of homemade bread
I’ll be back at three, I holler, to Mrs. McCorder’s sweet head.
Lovely lemony filling such a tasty treat
Easy to make, and so delicious to eat
My recipe is so easy, I confess that I cheat
One pastry case bought in the high street
Now everyone will know about my deceit!
Two eggs, sugar, and heavy cream is best
Add juice of two lemons and lots of the zest
Rapidly whisk, but do not splash your chest!
Then bake tart in the oven, it’ll thrill any guest
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
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