You know me I am never grouchy she said.
Is her neck on straight? Is she right in her head.
I cannot stand people who stomp and grump.
Just a second. Here comes that creep with the dowager’s hump.
I cannot stand her; she is evil, the anti-christ she relays.
I hate to complain, but she simply ain’t very nice many days.
I stay on the phone line, for I am desperate for a friend.
Her grouchiness and complaining never does end.
She doesn’t like her neighbor, he is a mean guy.
She cannot abide her mother-in-law, so why even try?
Whining commences, and I am trying to hang up.
She never notices, that I have eaten my hat and my cup.
She causes me anguish, I feel stressed and annoyed.
She is yelling about a guy she dated once named big Lloyd.
I hate pessimists she tells me, I have to stay away from this guy.
The next week when I start to dial her, my psyche asks “why?”
Categories:
grouchiness, women,
Form: Quatrain
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 string - and light with taper
Then when they‘re incinerated
Grouchiness all dissipated
Free of all that cuteness sweet
Give me plate of raw red meat
1/24/2018
Contest - BUNNY JUMP
Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
grouchiness, humor,
Form: Rhyme