Old Crank
He’s sort of wonky, sort of cranky.
Spits his chew into his hanky.
Plays his guitar sharp or flat.
Rarely knows where he is at.
Makes off with neighbors’ garbage lids,
yells at all the little kids.
His vision’s getting sort of dim,
so when the kids throw rocks at him,
he thinks that it is just a gale
pelting him with balls of hail.
Once he was a little kid,
doing as his parents bid,
but now it seems to be his fate
to be his home town’s reprobate!
The prompt today was crank.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Another well done verse. You’re really cranking them out this month! Just watch out for stray spits of ‘baccy that might come flying your way. 😉
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Ha. I woke up at 8:15 for a 9 o’clock appointment in town, 15 minutes away. In half an hour I got dressed, fed the dogs and cat, put on makeup, wrote a poem and posted it plus another poem I’d written two years ago and was off to town. Pretty good for an old dame. Got to town on time and no one else was there. The appointment was for tomorrow! Did it half right…
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A great incentive to get going, followed by a nice surprise: you get all day to be cranky in private. 🙂 (Or get lots more done.)
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Ha. My friend Patty is visiting, Yolanda and Pasiano is here and I have a dr. appointment later.. so I have plenty of people to share my crankiness with.
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🙂
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So funny! Loved this!
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… and every town has one 🙂
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