It is sweet, and then it’s not.
It is sour when it is hot-
It is warm not as we thought.

It is though as made with salt,
It is bitter when it is bought,
It is hot not as it ought

It is green, then it is not
like the peeled bark of coconut,
It is brownish polka dots.

It is the feeling deep in my tongue
around a glass of lemonade.

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