When life gives you a lemon
Well, if life gives you a lemon at all
From where do these actually fall?
Anyhow, I got some showered upon me too
Though in count they were few
What did I do of these citrus blasts?
Ah! One I stepped on for my past
Another one was rather green
Not ripe, yet very sour
Pickle I thought
In a jar
As soon as I was going to get in one
I steered away my car!
Thank god… superstition saved me
As I flaunted a lemon-haar
I also got one in a margarita
Asked the waiter whether it’s fresh
He said: the lemon is
Once again, the lemon saved my soul
And my stomach too
Here is the story of the last one
I bought one from the hawker
To squeeze it in the eyes of a stalker
Now I don’t know whether it was the lemon or his eyes
For that last lemon I paid a heavy price!