Life’s all about give and take
The weekend got in the way
I pulled an emergency break
Allowed dirty dishes to stay
Piled in muck for 1 or 2 days
Till no forks remained in tray
It didn’t bring about doomsday
In fact, I served coconut cake
A spoon simply stood in its place
When life gives you lemons
It’d be a real shame
To make boring lemonade
With a squeeze of citrusy heaven
That’d be sort of lame
When there’s so much more
Just waiting to be made
As tastebuds would say, explore
These Meyers beauties
Are simply the best
To refresh the experienced,
Yet lazy chef with their zest
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Amongst the birds of paradise
Ideas take flight
Back in the kitchen tonight
To satisfy, please and delight
Aplenty stowed as frozen cubes
At the ready, drop and infuse
They’ll decide what to do
When they want to be used
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Desert is where I like to start
How about slice of meringue
Sweets always fulfill the heart
No, curd & custard aren’t the same
Ponder that puckered thought
While I add a twist to my cosmopolitan
To top it off until they stop
Thinking about being antioxidants
Free radicals write poetry instead
Sipping on lemon water once again
To purge toxic silliness from my head
Always wanting to be fed and read
Complacency found
Tucked between three scribbled lines
That should count, not rhyme
Chores knock on the door
Politely, yet go ignored
During the work week
Open and welcome them in
Then lock them out on weekends
I like to travel
Light, bagged in carry-on
Destined for the trash
I never could spell correctly,
So I write it phonetically
At least the way it sounds to me
On the off chance you come to read
Hoping that I’ll make you believe
In my truths and lies, respectfully
