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Old Sir Jaune Lemon,

was an avid drinker

and rumours had it,

that he was a stinker.

He smelled of liqour and whisky

"and something beside it", said bartender Brisky.

A slice of lemon on the rim
was always added as a trim.

And every time he sipped his drink,

his nose went down and, in a blink,

it squeezed that yellow, juicy fruit.

Sour drops went straight to his eye

but never ever made him cry.

He didn´t even seem to mind,

maybe ´cause he´s halfway blind?

Old Sir Lemon; full of spree

thanks to that juicy vitamin C!

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