September 23, 2007

• 
  GRUMP DAY

  This old man, out of sorts,
  No hurts or sores,
  But ugly with warts,
  Slamming doors.

  Permanent scowl,
  Broncos lost,
  Did produce a howl,
  E'en though no cost.

  Only thing to do,
  Is sentence myself,
  To a week or two,
  Of being on the shelf,

  

  In the Silver Plume Jail,
  Unwarranted bad mood,
  The charge, convicted, no bail,
  Must learn to be good.
  

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