Ode to the green olive

... precious green fruits of the olive tree... how you tantelize me with your tempting salty flavor... ....I see you there, in your jar, just waiting to be eaten... every time I open and close the fridge.... ....sometimes I'm weak, and eat all of you at once... sometimes I can be strong and have just a few of you at a time... each month is the same... Strong; Strong; Weak; Strong.... But, alas... I must go to the store... ...because today wasn't my strong day.... ...................................................and it's not even noon yet. *sigh*