You Know Me I Am Never Grouchy

You know me I am never grouchy she said. Is her neck on straight? Is she right in her head. I cannot stand people who stomp and grump. Just a second. Here comes that creep with the dowager’s hump. I cannot stand her; she is evil, the anti-christ she relays. I hate to complain, but she simply ain’t very nice many days. I stay on the phone line, for I am desperate for a friend. Her grouchiness and complaining never does end. She doesn’t like her neighbor, he is a mean guy. She cannot abide her mother-in-law, so why even try? Whining commences, and I am trying to hang up. She never notices, that I have eaten my hat and my cup. She causes me anguish, I feel stressed and annoyed. She is yelling about a guy she dated once named big Lloyd. I hate pessimists she tells me, I have to stay away from this guy. The next week when I start to dial her, my psyche asks “why?”