A Sour Countenance

"A sour countenance", that's what she said. "You have a sour countenance".

Well maybe I did, but it's possible I had a good reason.

A sour countenance, wow, I was stunned. Me, the pleasant, always fragrant ingredient?

Of course she was of the angelic order, and always watching over me at that. But sweet as she looked, she wasn't one to hold her tongue.

Some say she carried that shredder around just as a warning. Sharp tongued, she could cut your heart in just few words.

"A sour countenance," they were her words and I just stood there and took it.