Lemon
Lemon By David Angel Cici - The prompt is lemonade, not lemon! Angel - I sit corrected On my ass, on my couch Scouring and souring Looking for Don Lemonade On CNN, he's got it made! Then Cici said she had a hunch Don went to church, mind out to lunch! Cici - That was really stupid Angel - I know! What an idiot pretending that getting his dumb ass prosecuted makes him a civil rights icon. That idiot was irrelevant then and he's irrelevant now. As to the poem, what can I do - the poetry goddess gave me lemons today. My only choices were Limoncello or lemonade! Maybe I can do better Lemon By David Angel I was watching CNN today Looking for Don Lemonade Cici tole me he was laid Off and went to church that day Cici - Tole? That was nearly as dumb Angel - I know and such a good prompt too If only the prompt was bunny… Cici - Were bunny Angel - That’s what I said Bad Bunny By David Angel I raised you to be righteous, Donny Not pimp yourself for fame or money Honor Christian right to prayer Without bad bunnies going there You shoved your camera in their faces Thought that you were going places Network news, not Rikers! An island full of horny bikers Donny - Ooh! Really? I sure hope so, mama Cici - You know, if you're gonna write unserious poems using Petra Glyph's prompts, you should give Petra one of your hat tips and at least try to keep up -lemon & bunnyare old news - she's up to sparrow now, Dave Angel - What is she going through the dictionary? I don't understand poets who need prompts when the entire multiverse is one big ass prompt Don - Big ass? Where! Cici - Okay, I see why you didn't mention her now Angel - I'm not everyone's cuppa tea. You didn't marry me because I sold out and pretend to be a sappy sweet innocently naive good hearted liberal who writes purple poetry about nothing so I can get hundred hearts instead of bupkes from the yellow bellied libs who read Substack "poetry" Cici - I didn't marry you, you big sourpuss Don - Puss? No thanks Angel - Sparrow By David Angel ... Cici - Spare us Copyright ©️ 2026, David Angel, All Rights Reserved



Prose a cuting
Petrovsky lemon slush
Now this is what I miss.
My early morning follicles.
No Olympic ice caring quads quips? The universe is waiting.
Fill in the space
I rest my case.