A Grouch Poem by David Harris

I am an old grouch
who prefers to keep
his own council most of the time.
Any old thing can set me off into a huff.
When I let my steam out at anyone
who might be passing.
My face goes red
and my mouth sprouts bluster and brine,
but never a swear word is uttered.
My writing has taught me to use
metaphors instead of four letter words
and a raised voice now and then
is enough to keep the fakers and wasters away
and anyone else, who feels
like intimidating my intelligence with dribble.



10 June 2016