Get Your Premium Membership

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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things