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Mister Misanthrope

Mister Misanthrope had given up hope
On the entire human race 
He'd bark and he'd bleat as he walked down the street 
With a grimace on his face

Each day he would howl with a snarl and scowl
Most folk scurried as he neared
He'd chortle of death with foul rancid breath
Which was exactly what they feared

The skies became gray the birds flew away
Even rats would turn their backs
The locals weren't dreaming went running and screaming
To avoid his verbal attacks

One day in the valley down tornado alley
There formed a massive cyclone
With joy they saw Mister riding that twister
Into the great unknown

Copyright © Randy Freie

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