The Tear Factory

Please, fetch a box of hankies, I can feel they’re on their way. They’re jostling to be the first one in the corners of my eyes. They'refurther soggy proof, that my mother was mistaken when she said with irritation: 'You’d better keep those ones for later, when you’ll have a genuine need’ Cuzwhen I checked of late, in the stockroom of my factory, I found there were enough, no plenty, to fill a bucket or ten, no twenty! Bless her soul!