Live by the Lemons!!!!

I can hear strange voices in the air.
It is them.
They call for me
They are always watching
Always penetrating my thoughts
The sherbet Lemons.

I crave the sweet lemon fizz
Until my toungue is as green;
As the moss that grows on jagged rocks,
Or a cliff face,

It is special stuff,
I treasure each sweet as I treasure,
Every lasting moment I spend in bed on a weekend.

A sherbet lemon is a blessing,
yet it is also a curse
A curse which shall haunt me for the rest of my life...

And as I walk along the streets,
I hear their sweet voices singing the sad song
Of my miserable existance...
"Live by the lemons....
Die by the Lemons!"

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