Long Grouch Poems
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he wakes up
in the early morn
he is grouchy
mean as a lout
he barks
at times
I wonder
does he have green ears and a big snout?
Horns sticking out of his devilish head
I bet he steals gifts to hide under his bed
I had him arrested
the police, they had him thoroughly tested
is he just a Grinchy grouch?
or a grouchy Grinch who stole all of Christmas?
He is hairy and green
he stole all the maple syrup it surely seems
the Mounted Police have unfortunately seen
he eats pancakes with brown French baked beans!
Now we all know a crime has been absolutely committed
we can smell the evidence thus evicted
This Grinch or grouch or who knows what
well he smells and yes he also pouts!
He pleads and begs
and begs some more
please a coffee, I am just out of bed!
I am not so bad, once my coffee I have had!
Well, look at that angel face, he can't be all that mad!
All the children came running, up to the jail
laughing and dancing., at this grouch so frail
let him out, let him out , they all chant and sing
This is Dear Santa, not that green Grinchy grouchy old lout
Even the most innocent of infants knows
a morning without a cupa
all would be grouchy, no one at all goes with outa
double double, and a donut to take
Why this is saint nick, his beard clearly shows
Look at the red suit, come on, every kid knows
see over there that wheel chair decked in red
and 12 reindeer all ready to pull that wheelchair sled!
The death of winter carries varied sights.
In April, when dandelions roar, “It’s Spring!”
green yards transform by magic overnight.
Gramps had sprayed his lawn, but in ours weeds bring
an old game for kids as they dance and swing.
Small windmills in disguise, children spread seeds
giving Grandpa a cause for some dismay.
He is no grouch, fence conversation leads
to friendly talk of butterflies at play -
riddles about what nature does in May.
The kids amazed, watch squirrels building nests,
questions evolve about the birds and bees.
Gramps calls them varmints - Mother's Nature’s pests.
“Ask your folks”, he replies with cough and wheeze.
In naptime dreams, he aims a gun at trees.
Gramps takes a walk, golf umbrella hovers
for spring rains do not announce their coming.
A neighbor lady hobbles to cover.
Listen, his cane on her sidewalk - drumming,
sweet songs of spring love, two voices humming.
written May 7, 2014, edited on May 25, 2014
I suppose in every neighborhood there is bound to be,
An old grouch who with everything tends to disagree.
It matters not whether it happens to be a her or him;
He or she will zoom into orbit at the slightest whim!
The neighbor's pooch performed an indiscretion upon his lawn.
With that a figurative line in the sand was severely drawn.
Said he, "If again over that fence your scruffy cur hops,
Me and you will have a little chat with the local cops!"
A car flew down the street like a bat out of you know where.
All the old grouch could do was shake his fist and swear!
A kid with his boom-box on max drove him out of his mind.
The grouch told him to cool it or he'd kick his scrawny behind!
The old crab was kept awake all night by packs of barking mutts.
The sheriff he will call tomorrow, no ifs, ands or buts!
When the neighbor kids trampled all over his blooming flowers,
They scurried home to mommy as a result of his fiendish glowers!
The old curmudgeon has had many acrimonious conversations,
As upon the neighbors he has expressed his manifold frustrations!
The old grouser will undoubtedly start a heated debate,
When attempting to enter Saint Peter's Golden Gate!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
God hath provoked man with many challenges about this globe.
One of them requires the patience of a long-suffering Job!
Ensconced with fishing pole in hand on a grassy bank,
Waiting interminably for those wily fishes to yank!
Whether one uses expensive tackle or a simple bamboo pole,
Or cruises the roiling seas aboard a fancy yacht to troll,
All dedicated anglers have their mind set on one goal,
To reel in the "big one" from their favorite fishing hole!
I've had some agonizing adventures that I'll tell you about,
Trying to snag those very elusive and wily trout.
I'm averse to using a bamboo pole and bobber, my patience is nil,
Needing to keep busy with rod and reel, besides it takes more skill!
Oh, to be able to recoup the many fancy lures I have lost,
Increasing my grouch level, never mind the expensive cost!
Or when the hook snagged my shirt or became tangled in the trees,
Or breaking lines near shore, retrieving fish on my hands and knees!
Consider the time I had a nice catch of trout on my stringer,
And I found a hungry snake eating them for his dinner!
Golf, hunting, tennis, by many are much more preferred,
But from the frustrations of fishing I shall never be deterred!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
There are times when I lose touch with reality.
That's not a trite statement or glib banality.
I don't live in morbid fear of repercussions
for what could I possibly miss that would lead me
to dread the things, I wish I hadn't heard? Absurd!
Don't take my blase' attitude as one of a recluse,
but if I refuse to sit on the edge of my couch,
listening to newscasts about so many wrongs,
that doesn't make me an oblivious old grouch.
It could be that I've become like an old television set
whose broken antenna no longer gets good reception.
Upon further reflection, that could be the problem
but I'll not wear sheets of aluminum foil in my hair...
Now, THAT is something I would surely regret.
The world is in such a sorry state of affairs these days
that I may be at peace living off grid, in a blurry haze
instead of knowing what's going on outside my doors.
I hear just fine without those rabbit ears from days of old.
I'll nix the idea to be informed about stress and strife.
I really don't lead a sheltered life, but it's tranquility
I seek in a world that seems to have become daft
to the 'love thy neighbor' policy that no longer exists.
I can laugh at my own faults and my idiosyncrasies
without learning which celebrities are in a steamy romance.
I'm vintage content with myself and tune into the radio...
which doesn't rely on an antenna ~ and then I dance!
Here, hit me as hard as you can, please,” Squidward Tentacles says.
The customer who takes the bat, swivels her confused head.
She has no idea the reason he is saying this is Bob’s enthusiasm.
That he has returned to his cashier job at Krusty Krab, in the chasm.
“I am busy being dead or anything else,” he had said when leaving this job.
Missing this sarcastic, crusty old coot, was soon lamented by Sponge Bob.
After another April Fool’s joke goes wrong, Squidward snaps his thong.
“Oh, why is it whenever I’m having fun, it is somehow quite wrong?”
This crabby, grouchy, crazy, sidekick is hysterical in many a great way.
To not watch him in a Sponge Bob episode is a wasted TV Day.
We all have someone in our lives this grouch reminds us of, I bet.
I begin to grin as soon as I see Squidward Tentacles on my TV set.
Whatever it is
God is going to give it to you
In my case sooner
Bull
Later
He takes forever
But He is going to give it to you
My God is a good God
And He is your God too
Whatever He does for me
He will do it for you
I go through days pouting at Him
Just because I know He is going to give it
He usually will let you know
God is a funny God
He doesn't give it when you want it
Only when He wants it
So you have to ahh wait
No doubt about it
In the mean time you just got that feeling
It's gonna happen
So wait on
And just let He do whatever He wants to do
It will be more than you want it
For the better for sure
So pout on
Grouch on
You will get it
Ohhh THE WAIT!
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 one replies because I am the only one around.
The teacher’s sign in sheet is across from my office.
I have been here for a couple of hours by the time he arrives.
About the third month of school I turned around and asked
“Where do you live?” He told me and I said “You should leave earlier.”
He is still griping to others, but he wisely keeps his mouth shut
Around me. I am not about to keep hearing this until the end of the year.
The following are examples
Of how I look at the good and bad side of life
Peace is good... war is extremely bad
A thriving economy is good... unemployment is bad
Coexisting is good... confrontation is bad
Making up after a quarrel is good... refusing to discuss is bad
Wishing someone a great day is good... failing to do so is bad
Forgiving someone for an insult is good... a grudge is bad
Having a good time is good... driving home tipsy is bad
Always being happy is good... always being sad is bad
Growing old with grace is good... growing old crochety is bad
Helping a neighbour is good... refusing to do so in need is bad
Sharing your good fortune... hoarding is bad
Are you convinced yet? No? Here's more...
Hugging your wife is good... having an affair is bad
Smiling broadly is good... frowning like an ogre is bad
Showing loved ones your love is good... correcting is bad
Being gracious to people is good... being a grouch is bad
Honesty is good... deception is bad
Thanking a waitress with a smile... like a servant is bad
Being truthful is good... deceiving people is bad
This advice I give you freely is good... lying to you is bad
There... I've said my peace!
That's the good and the bad side of life!
The following are examples
Of how I look at the good and bad side of life
Peace is good... war is extremely bad
A thriving economy is good... unemployment is bad
Coexisting is good... confrontation is bad
Smile after a quarrel is good... frowning is bad
Wishing someone a great day is good... failng is bad
Forgiving someone is good... holding grudge is bad
Drinking is good... under the influence is bad
Always being happy is good... being sad is bad
Growing old with grace... growing crochety is bad
Helping friends is good... refusing help in need is bad
Sharing your good fortune is good... hoarding is bad
Are you convinced yet? No? Here's more...
Hugging your wife is good... neighbour's wife bad
Smiling broadly is good... frowning like an ogre is bad
Telling people you love them is good... correcting them is bad
Being gracious to people... a habitual grouch is bad
Honesty is good... deception is bad
A smiling waitress is good... grouchy servants are bad
Being truthful is good... deceiving people is bad
Good advice I'm giving freely is good... lying to you is bad
There... I've said my piece!
That's the good and the bad side of life!