She was sucking on a lemon when I saw her

She was sucking on a lemon when I saw her,

and her face kinda stayed like that;

with that expression, no one could ignore her,

she was the sour cream eaten by the cat.

A sunny disposition wasn’t hers,

she moaned and groaned in conversation;

like a puss that pounces ‘fore it purrs,

she grimaced like a cancelled fun vacation.