Grumpy for d’Verse

Life’s too short

Tooth’s too long

Horses snort

Answer’s wrong

Eyes too bright

Pool’s too deep

Bra’s too tight

He’s too cheap

Sky’s too high

Feet too smelly

Words can lie

Too tight belly

Stream beds trickle

Chewing gum sticks

I’m in a pickle

Up to old tricks

Lost my keys

This won’t do

Down on my knees

Should get two

Don’t say pome

Only a verse

Come on home

Could be worse.

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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7 Responses to Grumpy for d’Verse

  1. hypercryptical says:

    I think you’re still growing Nan!
    Older (but aren’t we all) and definitely wiser.
    And we all have a right to be grumpy now and then.
    Anna :o]

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  2. I think it brightens up in the end don’t it? and we have the right to be a bit grumpy in November

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  3. Frank Hubeny says:

    Nice grumpy and humorous sounding verse or pome. 🙂

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  4. grumpygorman says:

    your mind, my blanket.

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  5. A perfect November poem!

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