1 lemon, 2 lemon, 3 lemon up, 4 lemon, 5 lemon, 6 lemon, down.
I had some lemon juice today, it was fresh, the temperature was HIGH, higher than Clover-Boy on a Saturday night. It is now night, darker than a lemon gone bad, maybe I should buy more lemons, but the store is closed. I miss my lemons, more than I miss the sweet kiss of my beautiful wife, Leamin. Who made a beautiful lemon juice.
Ouch! I say, as I accidentally cut my finger with a parring knife, while cutting a lemon which I bought from the store this morning. I go searching for a bandaid to cover the cut. Alas, I have run out of bandaid, what shall I do? I have no money to go to the local store for I spent it all on fresh lemons. I know, I shall cut the skin off of a lemon, and tape it over my cut... Ahhh! Bring me that sweet pain of lemon juice in a freshly made cut. I must go, sleep away the pain.
