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
