Grouch Poems - Poems about Grouch

Charming child, your apple cheeks give an appearance which bespeaks of girlish innocence. I have ten dollars and ten cents - Now that you have gained my trust, do with me what you must. Sell me cookies, 'lil booger, and kill me with loads of sugar. ...

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'Twas the night before Christmas, and there sat the Grouch, waiting for Santa and his present filled pouch. I'm sure that all of you have heard of the Grinch, but the Grouch is far worse, at least by one inch. That vile and distasteful sixty-six year old man had been writing poems which he pitched in a can. To tell you the...

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Jack doesn't smile 24/7, sometimes he's a mean old grouch So Cathie says, “till you're happy again, go sit on the couch!” He mumbles and sneers A spoiled brat he appears Till a dirty big grin reappears on his snout...

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Jack doesn't smile 24/7, sometimes he's a mean old grouch So Cathie says, “till you're happy again, go sit on the couch!” He mumbles and sneers A spoiled brat he appears Till a dirty big grin reappears on his snout...

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What a grouch As he sits on his couch Sloppy with a slouch Always in doubt Of what he’s about He gives out a shout That lazy big lout Who runs his mouth Booming and loud And frightens his spouse And woke up the mouse Who was napping in house And was suddenly aroused And was on the prowl Bit him hard down south He let out a loud howl 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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Jack doesn't smile 24/7, sometimes he's a mean old grouch So Cathie says, “till you're happy again, go sit on the couch!” He mumbles and sneers A spoiled brat he appears Till a dirty big grin reappears on his snout...

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A Neanderthal me comes at night, He’s storm and grumpy, an ugly blight. You will not see him with human eyesight. But he’ll be unkind, and I don’t mean slight....

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Every day he comes in late, with a frown and a snarl. I do not know his name. I secretly think of him as grouch man. He is a young man, possibly out of college a year or two. He took this job without thinking about moving closer. The traffic was horrible today he says in a mean way. No...

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This person is so mean it is a shame to be this grouchy sometimes wondering why is this? it just seems so misleading what is really going on? lack of fun? how can you feel this way most of the time? you're doing okay financially, without losing a dime is it something that is missing from day to day is it that you are...

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(SHORT) SONG OF AN OLD GROUCH Itty bitty pretty kitty Sing a sentimental ditty Furry puppy woofy wuffy Wrapped in toilet tissue fluffy Daffodilly bright and frilly Flutter like a girl’s Chantilly Maids in dresses white with lace Smiles as void as outer space Package them in fresh brown paper Tie with string - and light with taper Free of all that cuteness sweet Give me plate...

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SONG OF AN OLD GROUCH Itty bitty pretty kitty Sing a sentimental ditty Furry puppy woofy wuffy Wrapped in toilet tissue fluffy Flutter little butterfly Butter me treacle pie Daffodilly bright and frilly Flutter like a girl’s Chantilly Rain-dripped roses, dew drop noses Little hats like wool tea cosies Maids in dresses white with lace Smiles as void as outer space Package them in fresh brown paper Tie with...

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Jack doesn't smile 24/7, sometimes he's a mean old grouch So Cathie says, “till you're happy again, go sit on the couch!” He mumbles and sneers A spoiled brat he appears Till a dirty big grin reappears on his snout © Jack Ellison 2015...

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You Too rotten Know Love Lord...

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Once I saw an oddly grouchy grouch, grousing away on an old couch, gaping menacingly, as I eat happily, my juicy chicken soupy lunch....

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