Lemonade My Day

He winked at me and smiled
"If life gives you lemons, make lemonade"
I felt intensely riled
Wanted to hit him with my spade
He wandered down the road
Whistling no particular tune
Having lightened his load
He felt over the moon
But I was stood there seething
My knuckles white with rage
I was having trouble breathing
He had so rattled my cage
That stupid, silly phrase
Made me wild beyond belief
It would gnaw at me for days
There would be no relief
"Lemons, indeed" I hissed
What does that even mean?
Was there a point that I had missed?
A moral I failed to glean?
Why had he felt the need
To share that childish line
Until then, I must concede
I'd been feeling fine
Now my day's destroyed
There's nothing I can do
But stare into the void
And share it all with you