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Curmudgeon

I’ve somehow become a curmudgeon. Before you pooh-pooh and go judgin,’ Just wait ‘til your age Hits the outmoded stage Yet from all you believe you’re not budgin.’ I take note of the way people act And don’t think that I overreact When all manners have fled Leaving, sadly, instead Those who barrel through life without tact. All the truths that I’ve harbored for years Have gone rusty or somehow switched gears But curmudgeons can growl, Grumble, bellow or howl Which feels better than sorrow or tears.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2022




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Date: 4/5/2022 11:46:00 AM
I am so tired of "Those who barrel through life without tact." aren't you?
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Date: 3/28/2022 11:21:00 AM
I still have a posh ruler my employees gave me at Christmas 1976, engraved, "Diplomacy: the art of letting someone else have your way" as I was born sans tact gene. I hear your growl! Aloha!
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Date: 3/27/2022 5:54:00 PM
Just remember: Curmudgeon almost rhymes with surgeon. ~ Mack the Knife
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Date: 3/27/2022 5:04:00 PM
Nice triple Limerick, Ilene. Funny and true. Write On! my friend, Bill
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Date: 3/27/2022 3:55:00 PM
LOL I thought of Curmudgeons as the ones you're writing about not you...LOL Perhaps I'm mislead...LOL Trevor
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Date: 3/27/2022 2:44:00 PM
Welcome to the CURMUDGEONS ARE US GROUP....
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Date: 3/27/2022 2:43:00 PM
excellent ink I agree with your sentiments, you write such beautifully flowing limericks and are always a joy to read:-) hugs jan xx
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