A lemon loved a brick of cheese
She said, “I want to kiss you
please!
But maybe you can give me tips…
To start, I cannot find your
lips.”
The brick of cheese did not reply
The lemon wondered, “Why oh why
Does he not show the lips he’s
got?”
But then the lemon had a thought
She squeezed her juice into a cup
And made the cheese brick drink
it up
Which worked—the cheese had just
two sips
And puckered—which revealed his
lips!
Then lemon cried, “Oh, darling,
oh!”
She kissed the cheese brick soft
and slow
And love is nothing, if not this:
All squeezed dry for one sweet
kiss.
