Ode to a Lemon

It sat there on the table,
With its yellow raincoat
Tucked around its sour, yellow vest
It's an extroverted character
Like a sailor proudly flaunting
His gold teeth and anchor tattoos,
Stiff as a statue,
Cunning as a fox,
Bitter as the Grinch,
It stood there
With a smirk plastered to its thick, fleshy skin,
It sat there, waiting for its execution,
The knife swiped at it violently,
With one solid thrash,
It was decapitated,
Its sunny, yellow interior exposed
And spilling onto the table