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.
Graeme Sandford 