A rainy day in Texas that has me down and grumpy, so I had to re-blog the appropriate grumpy post.
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 me, weary me, moan and make bother,
Now that you’re old, and you sound like your father?
Because you are cranky now, creaky with age,
And know you now, soon, the book’s turning its page.
And, though you complain, you do love your life,
And, loathe you will leave it, and your sweet-smiling wife.
*Footnote* I was in a foul mood when I wrote this poem, but my favorite team, the Cardinals, won a football game with a last second interception by Tony Jefferson in the end zone.
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