Feeling so lemoned

Lemoned? I hear you asking. That’s not a word is it? Well no, but it is a slang, a new word that has been born in the unlikely place of John XXIII college Canberra. And I’m so glad that it has been created, for it is a perfect description of how I feel…

Let me explain this crazy new word. Loosely speaking to feel lemoned is the equivalent pain and feeling that a guy would get if a lemon was thrown at full force at his most private of parts. So yeah, that is how I feel, emotionally lemoned.

It has been a taxing week and one I would sooner forget. I’m not going to write about it, at least until I’ve had time to reflect on it anyway. All that is relevant now is that I am completely lemoned. Well perhaps I had one nice occurrence during this horrible week, but it was a mere flicker in the deep black night.

Anyway, to kind of deal with it, I have written a poem. I hope you like it!

A Frosty Morn’

Once upon a frosty morn’ ,
Feeling lost, cold and worn,
Beneath a majestic tree I chose to rest.

Looking out across the landscape,
I felt a sudden sense of heartache,
The surrounds, it seemed, were bereft of life.

No flower from the ground was springing,
Not a bird could be found soaring or singing,
A bare and dormant scene it was.

But as I began to ponder,
Something curious coming from yonder,
Did grasp my attention and disturb my thoughts.

A gentle breeze caressed my face,
Speaking of a warmer place,
Carrying the scent and bearing tidings of spring.

In my very soul it did evoke,
A foolish overwhelming hope,
That winter had passed and life would return once more.

Though to my heart it was revered,
From whence it came it disappeared,
The harsh wind of winter punishing my frivolous yearnings.

Underneath the majestic tree I reside,
A hapless fool but still with pride,
Dreaming of the springtime…