Transformation
'twas a lazy summer noon
my friends and I were calmly
resting inside a trug brown.
A sudden jolt took us by
surprise, and frightened us
out of our wits.
Before we could comprehend
I found myself trapped inside
a bastille mushy and pale.
I peeked through the grille lanky
and saw a face radiant
staring at me in wonder.
Right then, the sharp blades of the
guillotine beheaded me
and detached me from my soul.
Thereafter, they squeezed every drop
out of me and labelled me as
Lemon Juice that tasted tangy.
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