Best Griping Poems

I was prancing toward the bottom of the weirdest ugliest well of life
Demons had their arms out; I threw them my stepdaughter and my wife.
Lucifer took a bite out of my wife’s leg and threw her back to me.
They kept her awful daughter, so that...

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The animals took turns being leader of the band.
Today it was squirrel's turn, he marched onto our land.
The fox was pouting, for he said he never got a turn.
This made the moose mad, he did a slow burn.

They each need to be the leader, the...

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She was much prettier in death
than any day she had been alive
her mouth softly closed
eyes in gentle repose

no yelling
no grouching
no griping
no complaining

I saw her husband’s genuine smile
For the first time ever
at her funeral luncheon, 
And I had lived next door to them for thirty-six years....

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