Suck It And See

THURSDAY THINK TANK
http://imaginationlane.blogspot.com/2011/02/thursday-think-tank-lemons.html

SUCK IT AND SEE

Lemon, hanging on the tree,

You are much too sour for me.

Though your peel's a perfect yellow,

Your juice is very far from mellow.

Though your shape is pure delight,

We aren't rewarded when we bite

Into your flesh, and take a suck!

We find that we are out of luck!

See that shrivelled-up grimace

Spreading over the sucker's face!

Pursed-up lips and slitty eyes

Prove a suck was not too wise!

Added to food and splashed about

You're something we can't live without.

 Your flavour's zingy and full of pep;

It puts a spring in every step.

Squeezed, you add a dash of pleasure,

That makes a lemon seem a treasure.

But,

Disregarding our cuisine......

Before we ventured on the scene.....

What did Nature have in mind

When you were so stupidly designed?

You were no good to man or beast!

I don't understand you in the least!

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YELLOW BIKINI

This bronzed and beautiful creature

With the very unlikely proportions,

Who looks to be ready for anything,

Involving unusual contortions,

Is displayed on the wall of our local club,

The Games Room, in actual fact;

A room which, on occasional mornings,

Is absolutely packed.

It's packed with Bingo players

All of a certain age,

Who come for a little diversion,

Bingo being the rage.

Imagine each grey head bending

Over the winning card,

And old ears listening for numbers,

When listening's rather hard.

Imagine the wistful glances

From a little wizened dame;

She looks at the yellow bikini,

Thinking 'I was just the same'.

Imagine too the old gaffer

Looking up with his one good eye

And returning to the Bingo

With a very audible sigh.

Of course, the same room in the evening

Is brim-full of lively youth,

Intent on a game of snooker

And jokes that are quite uncouth.

They can look up at the bikini

And hardly miss a beat,

Because she's in their here-and-now

And life is remarkably sweet.

But I think it would be kinder,

When the Pensioners use the hall,

To turn Miss Yellow Bikini

Discretely to the wall!

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