Long ago, in a distant land, in circumstances seeming dire, a dear friend penned this for me. It surfaced this week while I sorted papers. Like all truths and most good literature, it is timeless. I offer it, with thanks to Jill, for those in need.
Ode to the Grumps
Many a time it hath been stated
to the grumps we oft are fated
tho' such condition is rare to find
in this ode we shall define
its essence and its properties
thus lay it bare for all to see.
It is detected by the growl
and a mood that's rather foul.
Its victims may begin to glower.
Ah yes. It hath an essence sour!
Do we have a remedy
for such an odious malady?
Although one wishes to assure,
its recent siege is yet uncured.
Ah life...it tolls the deepest woe
when it doth so shitty go.
(by Jill Leventhal, circa 1976)