Histrionic Lamb Poem by Jennifer Colyne Hall

Your biliousness
My beloved
Needs discipline
You have none
You're not with great intensity
You fell in
Soaking wet & scared
This colorless, tasteless liquid- your tears
Why are you baffled?
Please go on
With your story
Lamb...
So histrionic
The most of them all
You get so offended easily
Yet offend without thinking
Talking non-sense
A knot on your head
Knots in your belly
The longest tale 
Inspiring the saddest idea
Engage me in the history you hate
She kept a wonder
Waiting in silence
A confused despair
You don't know the meaning of your words
Pulling them out of your box
She finds the babble familiar
As if she has known them all her life