SEPIA SCENES
TOWARD THE HILLS
The light fades and the clouds are stark,
White against the dimming light.
Where will the road lead tomorrow?
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THE ANSWER'S A LEMON!
Like the 'last rose of summer' it hangs on the tree
Feeling as sad as a lemon can be.
It's got quite a complex, it feels so rejected,
Dangling distraught and so very dejected.
'I'm no use at all!' Yes! That must be its cry,
'I'll drop off the twig soon and then I will die!
I'll moulder away in the soil down below,
Nobody cares if I stay or I go!'
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But take heart, little lemon, your big day draws near.
For any time now Mother's sure to appear!
And then you'll discover how useful you are!
You'll find that you're destined to be quite a star!
Mashed with banana, applied to her face
You'll make sure that blemishes don't leave a trace!
Mixed up with honey you'll banish dry skin!
Brushed on her teeth her bad breath wont begin!
Mixed with coconut milk there isn't a doubt
That you will ensure her hair doesn't fall out!
If she's got dandruff it's something you'll banish;
Lemon mixed-up with egg-white! The dandruff will vanish!
The list is unending! There's use after use!
And so you'll be loved on account of your juice.
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Just think of the number of boxes I've ticked!
Here comes Mother now!
You're about to be picked!
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2 comments:
Beautiful post.
Darryl and Ruth : )
Oh and then there is the important role the little chap has in a gin & tonic - with ice and a slice! lol!
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