There’s fish and chips on the table
It’s lovely and all piping hot
Sauce and vinegar was in bottles
Salt and pepper each in its pot.
Now it’s laid out on the table
Driving me more and more to despair
It’s in individual little sachets
And some of them won’t tear.
My fish and chips lie uneaten
And they’re rapidly losing heat
Without a splash of vinegar
Their taste just isn’t complete.
Stuff just poured out of bottles
Didn’t give me the despair
Of wrestling with plastic satchels
That just won’t bloody tear
There’s designers and designers
Each in a field of their own
And I’m sorry if I’m grumpy
And ever ready to have a moan
But there is this little saw
That’s Quite frequently spoken
Just don’t try and fix a thing
If the original ain’t broken.
Categories:
grumping, angst, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Manual labor, sweating, straining, backs sore
Obnoxious and stubborn behaviors, family upset
Violent screaming, threats, tears,
Irritability, tiredness, insomnia
Nasty moods and attitudes
Grumping, griping, grunting, gripping,
Disappointment, disillusionment, despair,
Anger that we left our family and our real home
Yearning to believe things will be better here
Categories:
grumping, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Acrostic
A little rhyme just for fun
When it is finished it will be done
A rainy day for puddle jumping
To much fun for frowns and grumping
A little sun to warm my face
A great big rainbow to brighten the place
Finding clovers with four leaves
Then leaving them there vibrating in the breeze
Tripping while walking then laughing in surprise
Admiring the clouds as I look up in the sky
No time for worry no time for tears
No time for hatred no time for fear
Just living and loving all who I see
Not being anyone but silly ole me
Categories:
grumping, fun, life,
Form: Rhyme
You make me go round and round,
I love the way you make me sound
Hissing, grumping, all that comes out
Whenever I find you in huge amount
Aah! says my mouth when I look at you,
With the lust and pleasure that fails to say adieu
You are the cloud of fancies that rises above,
When my brains get completely shoved off
I keep growling, I keep laughing
Without any horse sense I keep reckoning
For thy love I have for you is unbelievable,
Because without you I go miserable
So believe me, I can do anything to have you in lump
As without the sight of you all the seismograph jumps
I control myself sleeping talking with all the syllable missing
But yet can't halt my tummy from hallucinating
Yes it's the one I am uttering about,
All the food that keeps shutting my account
But whatever it is however it is
It keeps my senses on ground
Pasta,macaroni,chicken steak, spaghetti
I look at them and go all fidgety
At times my heart suffers a serious agony
Because I know without food my life's a tragedy
Categories:
grumping, food,
Form: Light Verse