Sour Face Poem by Francis Duggan

The gloom follows him to where-ever he go
Sour face is the one that none does wish to know
To smile or to laugh he does not seem to know how
As a boy he was surly and he is surly now
In his early twenties and in his life's prime
But he would not know how to have a good time
As a sour face he lives suppose that is his way
And he never does seem to change from day to day
It is said he is honest and helpful and kind
And worse than him would be quite easy to find
And when all is said and done he is quite a good bloke
Though he's never been heard to laugh at a joke
And though his mother feels proud to call him her son
In the town he is not the most popular one.