Olivias' Tale
Find me in California, or in Spain
With olive trees growing along my lane
I'll live in an olive house of green
With my spouse that's sweet-not mean
Olives I'll eat three times a day
The ones I drop will be marbles for play
All the clothes I wear will be an olive print
With a black, or a green colored tint
Pimentos compliment olives very well
And are often stuffed in olives for sell
I always bypass the bread and the meat
I'm always looking for olives to eat
My spouse can attest to my constant craving
Now, the cause of our relationship dilapidating
I'm afraid I'll have to give back a special crafted ring;
An olive, with pimento for stuffing, as bling
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