Cranky Poet
Maybe it is the weather
That makes you grow crankier
Or better yet the hormone
That lets you give an acrid tone.
I do not care if you review,
Please be kind in all you do.
Today maybe your very last,
For life is over, oh so fast.
We all have joy to try and write,
And all you here we do invite.
No one's perfect so be true -
If you're not happy, say 'Adieu! '
Kindness is the best to give
Adds sunshine to this life we live.
We may not have a lot of money,
That's better than to be so cranky.
You'll end up with a lot of lines,
And with your words, please be refined.
For it reflects the heart inside,
Those sour grapes are hard to hide.
This was written for a reviewer/writer from another site who
regarded invites for review as 'begging' for reviews, and
out of sheer irritation, this poem was born, in jest of course.
'The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in him...'
MATTHEW 12: 35a
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September 19,2008 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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