Stanley Ohlswager Poet Dramatic Verse

Old Grump

OLD GRUMP

Old Grump, harumph
Lived in a shack,
No toilet,
House out back.
When approached,
He’d glower
With a face turned sour.
He felt the world against him,
And en-fenced him
To be fated 
To live isolated.
Then one day in May
His front stoop suddenly featured
A scraggly, mangy four-legged creature
With droopy ears 
And expression mournful.
Whose approach seemed to be only
That he was lonely
And a friend he wished to be
As he snuggled Grump’s knee,
Who, with slow comprehension
Felt a loving attention.
And, with a pat on the head,
Smilingly said,
“ You may be skin and bone,
And I a worn-out guy
But we can have a loving tie
And never again feel all alone.”
 Old Grump lost his scowl
And, with but a friendly feat,
Sour was turned to sweet.

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