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Grouchy is a grubby feeling,
with the nasty taste of blah;
makes you out of sorts with living,
the opposite of hurrah.
You don’t like anything
you used to really love;
instead of giving kisses
you would rather pinch or shove.
You are bored to tears;
your toys - worn out and old;
you sit before your breakfast
until the eggs are cold.
No one can please you,
not even mom or dad;
and if you are not careful,
you’re in your room for being bad!
Some people say, “You got up
on the wrong side of the bed;”
maybe you should get back in,
crawl out the other side instead.
What makes you feel so out of sorts?
You think you just might cry
and mommy says she’s sure you ate
a slice of gritty grumble pie.
We all have days that go kerplunk;
we do some things we shouldn’t do,
but it will soon get better;
pull your feet out of grouch goo.
Just put a smile on that sweet face
and tell the grump to go away;
the sun is up and life is good,
get busy, go outside and play!
© September 18, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
Have you ever had one of those days
On the wrong side of the bed, bad days
When everything right went wrong
Cause the ding had lost it's dong
Ouch, Mr. Sun came peeking in
Up from bed and banged your shin
Leaky, full toilet overflowed
Damn, you stubbed your other big toe
Times like this: don't you love those days
Hardly anything seems to go your way?
Is little Johnnie turning green
Splat! Is that doggie ice cream?
Gas oven took a dump
Everyone’s oatmeal was in clumps
The kids were late AGAIN for school
Wasn’t that traffic cop a tool?
Oh, you should've just stayed in bed!
Rolled back over and called in dead…
Shoot! An hour late for work
Emptied Starbucks on your shirt
Dare you ask how this could get worse?
Others think you're such a jerk.
Next, the boss comes barging in
Tells you,"Look for work again"
Everything was going wrong
Vacation's gonna be a little long
Even your wife’s rope is at an end
Now she says, "Let's just be friends"
An asteroid fell from the skies
Smashed the beer between the thighs
Kick yourself for getting out of bed
a fun collaboration with the incomparable Tom Quigley
AN INFAMOUS LEGEND
King Henry XIII was indeed quite a boy,
He had no clue how to spell the word coy,
He was consumed by a quest that
A wife bear,
And give birth to a male heir,
He was fat, red headed and
Dressed with flamboyant flair!
Not quite my thing,
For a ruling King!
He wedded his first wife Catherine of Aragon,
Who did not bear a son
And grew to loathe this noble lady
He had done!
Cromwell, Henry’s adviser was used,
And finally abused, he had
To ask parliament to pass a bill,
Which made divorce a common drill.
One morning King Henry got out of
The wrong side of the bed,
And had Cromwell beheaded,
The executioner had trouble
Severing his head!
This Bill made Henry, head
Of the Protestant faith.
The Pope excommunicated King Henry
From Rome,
A disliked King who sat on
England’s throne!
Catherine now belonged in the past,
Enter Anne Boleyn,
Their marriage was short and ill fated
For she was publicly beheaded!
In between marriages and wives,
Henry had affairs,
One wonders how far his seed was spread,
Let’s not split hairs,
Probably he could fill a today’s
Rugby stadium!
With his family jewels downstairs!
Jane Seymour, his third wife was
Was the love of his life,
She gave birth to an heir, a son,
But his beloved wife died,
Henry was sad and perhaps
A single tear dried!
Now Henry had a son,
But needed to still live his life
So he spied wife number four
Who willingly came to knock
On his door.
But Henry divorced Anne of Cleves,
Wow lucky lady!
And so entered wife number five,
Who was brave and plucky,
She had a short married life,
Tried and sentenced for treason,
This was an excuse for a reason
To have Catherine Howard beheaded,
Soon after they were wedded!
Congratulations to Catherine Parr,
For though she was the last,
She outlived the King by far,
And brought to rest his cast,
And lewd past!
In fifteen hundred and forty seven,
King Henry died,
We doubt he went to Heaven,
And was laid to rest next to Jane,
His third wife, and beloved bride.
Perhaps Henry's family jewels should
Have been shredded or beheaded,
And then he be remembered,
As an infamous legend.
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
There's a mind numbing pain at work in my head.
Wash my hair and comb my face,
Something died in my mouth, where's the toothpaste.
Grab a quick bit of breakfast and rush out the door.
Can't find my keys they fell on the floor.
Finally find them and start the car.
I'm gonna be late, well that's about parr.
Hit every stop light on the way to work,
Look down and notice there's a stain on my shirt.
Forgot to let Spike out, he's crossing his legs.
Have to go back, this morning's the dregs.
The absolute bottom, the pits, it's the worst!
What else could happen, it seems that I'm cursed!
Wait a minute, it's Monday, first day of the week.
No wonder this day has begun so bleak.
Come ahead Monday, get it over with now!
I've got bon bons and chocolates and a little brown cow,
To soothe and to comfort my poor shattered nerves,
And to bind and to buffer the slings and the curves;
Do your worst Monday, come on have a fit!
You can't scare me, I've got chocolate!
Ignorance is bliss said the uneducated Miss
Take the tiger by the tail, and then give a hiss.
A snake in the grass thought outside of the box
You can’t judge a book by its cover, said the ox.
Like a kid in the proverbial candy store
Good things come to those who wait said Moore.
In the nick of time there was a loose cannon swarm.
All together it became the perfect storm.
Cliques are like cans of worm said a tiny newborn.
But like all God’s favorite things, every rose has a thorn.
Grandma said, “The apple does not fall far from a tree.”
She was referring of course, to that arrogant baby, Little Lee.
What goes around comes around, Daddy interjected.
That’s the pot calling the kettle black, Mom said, feeling rejected.
No sense in beating a horse to death, said the uneducated Miss.
The grass is always greener on the other side. She blew them a kiss.
There are plenty of fish in the sea, they told Uncle Hank.
But now he felt dead as a doornail, he was sweet on Miss Lank.
He must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed someone said.
If only walls could talk! Hank lamented. His face was quite red.
MONDAY
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed,
There's a mind numbing pain at work in my head.
Wash my hair and comb my face,
Something died in my mouth, where's the toothpaste?
Grab a quick bite of breakfast and rush out the door,
Can't find my car keys, they fell on the floor.
Finally find them and start the car,
I'm gonna be late, well that's about par.
Hit every stop light on the way to work,
Look down and notice there's a stain on my shirt.
Forgot to let Spike out, he's crossing his legs,
Have to go back, this morning's the dreggs.
The absolute bottom, the pitts, it's the worst!
What else could happen, it seems that I'm cursed!
Wait a minute, it's Monday, first day of the week,
No wonder this day has begun so bleak.
Come ahead Monday, get it over with now!
I've got bon bons and chocolates and a little brown cow,
To soothe and to comfort my poor shattered nerves,
And to bind and to buffer the slings and the curves;
Do your worst Monday,
Come on, have a fit,
You can't scare me,
I have chocolate!
Judy Ball
(Afterall, chocolate is an emotional band aide)
I won't wake up to the constant ringing of the doorbell…
I ignore
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, looking like hell,
Once more
It's too hard to recognize your soft voice
In the chaos of my family's music choice
You used to do such dumb things to me
You accused me of being the fool too, I see
Days and weeks pass us by
And I try and I try and I try
To understand your point of view
I am truly confused just like you
Months and years go on by
And I cry and I cry and I cry
Out your name in the darkness
You don't hear my lonely distress
I'm the silence amongst the crowd
I'm the silence that won't speak aloud
But silence speaks too…
I don't want to hear your complaints about me all day and night
Change is a challenging chore
I won't let the sun shine down on me as I sweat a storm with fright
Open up the opportunity door
It's too hard to recognize your soft voice
In the chaos of my family's music choice
You used to do such dumb things to me
You accused me of being the fool too, I see
Days and weeks pass us by
And I try and I try and I try
To understand your point of view
I am truly confused just like you
Months and years go on by
And I cry and I cry and I cry
Out your name in the darkness
You don't hear my lonely distress
I'm the silence amongst the crowd
I'm the silence that won't speak aloud
But silence speaks too…
I silently shower upon me radiant relief
From this squalid grief...this cruel grief…
You should have heard me out in the brink of my unfailing demise
You laugh at me cuz you don't know the truth behind your lies
And I cry and I cry and I cry
Out your name in the darkness
You don't hear my lonely distress
I'm the silence amongst the crowd
I'm the silence that won't speak aloud
And I cry and I cry and I cry
Out your name in the darkness
You don't hear my lonely distress
I'm the silence amongst the crowd
I'm the silence that won't speak aloud
And I try and I try and I try
To understand your point of view
I am truly confused just like you
Know that my silence speaks too...
Ever put a wrapper in your mouth and thrown the *sweet in the bin?
Or awoken abruptly, not sure which day you’re in?
Tried to call out a name but shouted someone else’s instead?
Or tried to get through a day out o’ the wrong side of the bed?
Have you ever day dreamed and lost an hour or so?
Gone past a speed camera and forgot to go slow?
Walked into a toilet, meaning the other gender instead,
To walk straight back out with a face beaming red?
Waved at a stranger but it’s not who you thought
Then crossed the road in a bid to abort?
Or walked down the street heading the wrong way
Then gone around the houses than turn ‘round straight away?
Or put on odd socks so when you cross your legs
Where one is blue and one black at the end of your pegs?
Got letters of words the wrong way around, hence
When they came from on your lips they midn’t dake sense?
Walked into a glass panel you just didn’t see
And everyone thinking ‘yeah that could have been me!’
Struggled with a door that refuses to budge,
When you were pulling not pushing, it just needed a nudge?
‘Have you ever’ is a phrase we all recognise
Hence the above will not come as a total surprise!
*sweet in the UK is same as candy.