Sourpuss

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‘Top a lemon tree, twiddling the stem,

Of a ripening, juice-swollen 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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