My neighbor was always a pain
She loved any chance to complain.
She’d whinge ‘bout the heat,
Then next time we’d meet,
She’d make a complaint ‘bout the rain!

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9 thoughts on “Grumpy

  1. Robbie,
    You got back not a minute too soon
    I’ve been holding my breath and am blue
    So what a relief
    Now I can breathe
    I’ve so missed your poems and, of course, YOU!
    ~ Glad you’re back, my friend! ~


    P.S. I love crotchety old biddies like your neighbor!


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