Suspicious Im growing of restaurants, thus:
They seem to be foisting off lemons on us.
No matter your order, by side of the plate,
A wedge or a slice is appearing of late.
Now, lemons with tea Ill accept as a side
And maybe with fish (be it battered or fried);
But even potato Ive seen to arrive
With you guessed it lemon as garnish with chive;
And even mere water, the glass thick or slim,
Is sprouting a half of a slice on the rim!
Its twisting the adage youve heard in a fable:
When life hands you lemons, theyre brought to your table.
| Don Munday