Zesty
Lemon meringue pie
Zesty middle; mouth waters
My favourite food
Three year olds at play
On the run from here to there
Zesty little things
New ginger grater
Zesty toppings on dishes
Tastebuds on alert
Sigh
Practicing his sigh
Oh dear, oh John, oh bother
Sounds just like his Mum
Light breeze playing games
Gentle sighs through Silky Oaks
Down on the foreshore
Wave of ecstasy
Rose within to heights unknown
Tide ebbing; she sighed
Join
They joined together
Then she joined the club, pregnant
He joined the army
Join me in the dance
Move together to music
Till the band goes home
Everybody smiles
Not at the toupee he wears
Just they see the join
I would never join
Any club that would have me
As a club member
(Apols to Grouch Marx)
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