The melon and the lemon

In a little green grocers
At the back of a shelf
Was an lonely old lemon
Sat all by himself
A poor ageing citrus 
Away from the rest        
Feeling very unwanted 
He was well past his best
The worried green grocer 
Feeling sorry for him 
Put lemon in the basket
That a melon was in
The melon and the lemon 
Hit it off straight away
So they thought up a plan 
To escape there one day 
They knew that nobody 
Would buy an old fruit 
Unless for a smoothie 
Or maybe fruit juice
But melon and lemon 
Would curdle for sure
So they tipped over the basket
And rolled out the door
Onto the pathway
They shot down the street
Tripping up grannies 
Getting under their feet
They got to the market 
Melon looked all around
But lemon had vanished
Nowhere to be found
Devastation felt melon
So heartbroken she cried
So she ended it all 
Committing fruit suicide
As a bus fast approached
She jumped under its wheel
Her melon juice squished
From her old melon peel
Screeches came from the tyres
From the bus that had hit her
In a flash lemons life
Turned from sweet into bitter
Their love turned to mush 
From uncontrollable lust
Leaving lemon no choice
To also bite the dust 
He stood in the road 
His eyes closed tight shut
Heart pounding so fast 
Feeling sick to his gut 
But in a cruel twist of fate
The lemon was saved
And sliced up that night
To make lemonade 

The End