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Sourpuss

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‘Top a lemon tree, twiddling the stem,

of her ripening, juicy, sweet gem,

Clementine decked her-

-Self in sticky nectar,

And christened it “Crème de la Clem”.

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Hitherto had the hamlet suspected Clem

Of lewd conduct with citrus in Bethlehem,

But their slurs, she averted,

And tartly asserted,

“When life gives you lemons, have sex with them.”

lemonfinger

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About abuttercup

I have always had a great respect and admiration for Kermit the Frog.

2 responses to “Sourpuss

  1. joanie balonie ⋅

    getting a lot done sans phone. Makes me pucker!

  2. Anais Nin

    “The poet is the one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.”

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