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