Poem - the Grump-em
Post date: Nov 01, 2011 4:3:12 PM
By Simbo Rumblebelly Curse the sky and curse the sun! Curse you rascals, everyone! Curse that beating on your chest Can't an old man get some rest? All I see all day or nightKids that should be out of sightTush and pish and fiddlesticksPesky youngsters and their tricks Stop that running round and roundStamping, pounding on the groundWill these runctions ever cease?
Let me drink my tea in peace!
Bah! This tea is weak and cold
And the biscuits, soft and old
With food like this I'll waste away
Food was better in my day!
Is that music that I hear?
Don't you make that racket here
Drums and pipes are childish toys
Drat your loud infernal noise!
Kids should know what to expect
Treat your elders with respect
I respect my elders too
Sadly they're now very few...
Ahh! I see you've found the door
Now I'll get some peace once more
Wait! For now you've gone away
Who's to hear what I've to say?
Now that there is no-one here
No-one will my grumbling hear
It's not the same when I'm alone
I'd rather someone hear my moans!
"Any similarity to any actual grumpy old hobbits in The Shire is purely co-incidental...."