Distraught and  railing—"Cruelties abound!"—
The lemon weeps his juice. "The world's awry!
Embarrassment and shame will soon resound!
Attempt to grind my pulp and make me pie
Despite my bitter nature? Alkali
Infuses all my innards! Sweetness fails!
Concerning treats, there's nothing worse than I!"
A wrong opinion, left alone, prevails.

The lamentation rises. "Fate has frowned!
My caustic fluids always mortify,
Producing sheer regret! I'm run aground,
Undone and underwhelming. None apply
To slake their thirsts with [i]me![/i] My offers fly
From ear to ear with hardly any sales,
Disgust resulting, twisting lips that try!"
A wrong opinion, left alone, prevails.

"Excuse me, sir," he hears. A glance around
Presents a honeysuckle. "Might I pry,"
She asks, "and send a raft before you've drowned?
I'm delicate, you see, and slightly shy
But think your brashness ought to counter my
Solicitude. My gentleness curtails
My use. Perhaps we might create a tie?"
A wrong opinion, left alone, prevails,

But challenge leads to thoughts that can't deny
Exactly what's required. The public hails
The perfect combination most will buy.
A wrong opinion, left alone, prevails...