With a pinch of salt

O' my dear Darlin',
You look so pretty!
With red painted cheeks,
And eyes like the tweety!

But when you do open,
The thick lipsticked mouth,
O Heavens save me!
From the wisdom you sprout!

The winds sung your beauty,
The birds chirped and sat,
But things are bit different,
Dear, you grew fat!

You are so sweet dear,
The epitome of grace,
Till you see another,
With the same painted face!

Don't blame me now dear,
I still love you much,
The you that was happy,
With wild flowers and such.

But then you decided,
To charge into the mall,
And that left me stranded,
Penniless in the hall!

And so I sing my songs,
From up this tree,
Where the air is so sweet,
And yes! perfume free.

You can if you want,
Listen from below,
But if you want to climb up,
You must ride the song's flow.

:)