I love to eat lemons in the spring time

I love to eat lemons in the spring time
They plump up my lips, all nice and juicy. Hmmmm....lemons...
I'll squeeze them and make some lemonade. How does that sound, Lemon Pie?
"Lemon annihilator! Citrus fruit abuser! Tart fruit torturer!" Lemon Pie was BESIDE herself. I tried to calm her, stroking her meringue whirls and palpating her pie crust
, all the while thinking about how this sounded like sour grapes from a second banana to me. "Orange you glad you have me here to zest up your a-peel?" Lemon Pie screamed again,
and I re-torted, "I'd be lime if I said no." I hoped Lemon Pie would laugh at that one, but it only grimaced and, after a long silence, lectured "You said that in the wrong key." I
felt my lips pucker when my little brother called her a "sour tart" right to her face. Lemon Pie said she'd citrus down in the corner for that remark. "Lime not going anywhere!"
"You fruit!," someyummy in the class yelled behind her back. "You bunch of grapes should be grapefuit you even have a place to be taught about the squeeze our people have been in!"
Someyummy stood up holding the floor plan for organic and conventional produce. The grapes had been wrongly placed in organics by an overtired employee doing returns. Now they were
under stocked in snozzleberries right at the peak of the snozzleberry festivities. The snozzleberries they did have did not taste that snozzleberryish. They tasted like wallpaper.

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