Never today does he do
what he can put off until tomorrow
and such a perplexing young lad
even fraud couldn't follow
but you can bet that where there is
mischief the Grump soon too there
will be
belly-aching about every little thing
that he doesn't like
as if the world was created just
according to he
I swear (even though I know I shouldn't)
that the Grump would find fault why even
with God!
no wonder, the only clear comment anyone
ever made to his finicky little ferret face
was
'Really How Odd!'
a classic whiner is he
the ever gutless Grump
why, he could irritate even your average
everyday dead garden stump
no ears are safe when he is about
no method or means falls so firmly on deaf ears
as his famous though quite useless Grump Pout!
the two words alone together sound quite hideous
indeed
one imagines a gagging, sickly frog as thin and
yellowed as an over watered reed
my dour yet firm promise I've kept so I believe
I'll close up shop now and go
I've shown the entire poetry reading world your
true drab misguided colors dear Grump
so you are trapped forever now
between the pen, the page and the natural poetic
flow
sure, you have your self serving whiners agenda
where as I have my own secret tool for cutting
insight
so, just remember
this poet fiercely exercised her right to write
as suggested loosely by the likes of
Wordsworth, Shakespeare , Byron and Henry David
Thorough.......................
(Aug. 10, 1994)