Mr Grumble Poem by Daniel Mentor

He stoop in a lonely field
Of great riches and wealth
Corn, Vine, Fiber costly and adorable
All are his; his sweat and struggle
They wave to him with smiles
Gay and spread for miles

Lost in a world of grandeur
Blind bully, greedy Grumble
Alas! His friends amass
And all around him scatters
Busy harvesting his fortune
No! not for him they scuttle

He scowl and scream
That's typical him
They dig and drag, and loot his lot
How dare you me? He thought
They stop and kneel appealing
Oh Grumble we are sorry

You treacherous friends he grumbles
We meant no harm, they cry and cry
He will not share that's typical him
Away they go never to return
His life is bored he dies alone
Leaving the fortune for foes to claim

MR GRUMBLE BY DANIEL MENTOR