My Meyer Lemon - By Kevin Norman - Poem by Kevin Norman
I had a meyer lemon.
His name was Sammy.
He was as orange as the sun,
And as sweet as chocolate.
I loved him so much,
And he loved my back.
He would play with me when I was bored,
And cheer me up when I was down.
He was my best buddy,
Until one day…
When my mom
Took Sammy right out of my hands,
And started ripping his skin off!
She was skinning him alive!
My poor little buddy!
She placed him on top of this strange device,
And started pounding and squeezing so hard.
She squeezed the juice right out of his body!
By the time she was through with him,
The only remainders were his sack of skin
Laying in the rubbage bin
Along with his puny little seeds.
Then, my mother bent down to me and gave me a glass
Filled with this strange misty liquid.
She told me to drink it,
When I did, it tasted so good!
Sweet and sour at the same time!
I drank and drank until I couldn’t drink anymore.
When I asked her what I had just drank,
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