Grumpy Ollie
The grump got out of a lumpy bed,
Slipped on his slippers, scratched his head.
Stood on the scales, saw what he weighed,
Then made some toast with marmalade.
The grump then cycled down the lane,
He moaned and moaned as it rained.
He went into a chemist's shop
To buy some aspirin, then he stopped.
He peered at the grubby town outside,
Then popped a pill, before he sighed:
"I never wanted to be a grump,
But daily life gives me the hump.
I've got a headache, and the rain
On crowded streets drives me insane.
I cycle slowly but am disturbed
By cars and buses that splash the curb.
Even when I ring my bell,
And raise my fist, or often yell.
I get no peace, my head still thumps,
No wonder I always get the grumps!"
He cycled to his infant school,
Saw children playing by the hall.
It's not the place that he once knew,
With wicked teacher's like Mr Pugh.
A voice from near the big old gates
Said: "Hello, are you late?"
The headmistress smiled: "Never mind."
The grump walk in: "I'm just behind."
"Well, now your here, let's get you started."
She was smart, and so kind-hearted.
The grump then picked up all his tools
And began work there at the school.
The headmistress and the other staff
Did their best to make him laugh.
Poking fun at his grim manner:
"Cheer up, cherub!" joked teacher, Hannah.
Working at the school was pleasing,
He flourished there, despite the teasing.
The right people make work fun,
Just ask Ollie, the ex-grumpy One!
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Peter Dean
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