I don’t really have a good explanation for this poem. It’s nearly a love story but the whole thing is a bit ambiguous. There’s a lonely boy whose legs are actually lemon trees. He thinks he’s a freak who nobody will ever love but he is met by a kindred spirit who makes a request. It’s not made clear what happens next but you may speculate as to your own ending.
Lemon Tree Legs
The boy with the lemon tree legs
Was hanging his clothes out on pegs
His manner was dour
And his gait, it was sour
With little hope left, only dregs
But the girl with the apple tree eyes
Took lemon tree legs by surprise
She asked ‘Could I please
Take a fruit from your knees?
I’ve an order for leg lemon pies!’