Mister Misanthrope

Mister Misanthrope had given up hope On the entire human race He'd bark and he'd bleat as he walked down the street With a grimace on his face Each day he would howl with a snarl and scowl Most folk scurried as he neared He'd chortle of death with foul rancid breath Which was exactly what they feared The skies became gray the birds flew away Even rats would turn their backs The locals weren't dreaming went running and screaming To avoid his verbal attacks One day in the valley down tornado alley There formed a massive cyclone With joy they saw Mister riding that twister Into the great unknown