Ode To The Lemon

• Amy-jo Taylor, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2017

Golden flesh as bright as the sun,
oh lemon what have you done.
Pierced my mouth with your acrid taste,
even worse than your bumpy base.
Your burning acid rots my teeth,
which makes them greener then your leaf.
One squish and your juice pours out,
your citrus fragrance up my snout.
As you hang upon that tree,
your yellow colour glistens like a bee.
Your gorgeous zest
squashed and compressed,
turned into drinks we all desire,
one sip is all we require.
Brought to earth by a seed,
beautiful lemon you're all we need.