Sometimes I am simply out of sorts… so here is an out-of-sorts re-blog. And I said “sorts” not “shorts”. I am not being a nudist today. I am being GRUMPY!!!
My middle child, my son Henry, recently found an online source that said being grumpy is not as bad for your health as people think it is. Bless his little black heart… everything on the internet is true, right? But if it is true, it could be of benefit to me. Mickey is not the only other me. There is also grumpy old Mike.
I recently wrote a poem about being grumpy. A grumpy poet? That could be a thing, right? Here is what that poem looked like;
Grumpy (a poem about Grumpy life)
Dang it, you old grumpy man!
You annoy me as only a grumpy man can.
You grouse and growl and sometimes howl,
And pace the house like a cat on the prowl.
You worry me, weary me, and generally nasty be,
And of course you are… yes, you are… naturally me.
So why do you worry…
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