In a pickle.

The way you weep scrapes this heart of mine.
It jars my sincerity.
Spends my hard earned compassion.
Now your Bawling your eyes out,
Prima-dona fashion.
The clouds part I feel a merry taste.
A sundried smile comes across my face
like a spider´s shiny abdomen so healthy.
How did that get there I ask myself.
A cheek lifting shiner full of joy lobbed.
As you sobbed and sobbed.
Expecting to darken my eyes
to join your solemn rain
and deep uncomfortable sighs.
Now they´re sprightly,
you can hear me chuckle!
The way you weep vinegar babe
OH YOU´RE REALLY IN A PICKLE.
you´re reaLLY INA PICKLE.