Two Old Grouch – A Poem

Two Old Grouch

Two old grouch sitting on the porch
Soaking the sun, not a care in the world.

One had long curly hair
with a bushy mustache
The other almost bald
‘cept for one hair sticking out.

They both had flat noses
and their skin was brown
Wrinkled and scarred
for they had both been around.

Although brown on the outside,
inside they were black
For them this was normal,
they’re whole family’s like that.

They had worked really hard
All day long they were out
Rain or shine they tread on
Until they both fell apart.

Now they’re just two old grouch
Sitting on the porch.
Soaking the sun,
not a care in the world.

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© 2016 mzrosie

 

My friends, meet the two old grouch.

Two Old Grouch

Two Old Grouch

Whoever created those old boots planters are very creative indeed.  Don’t you think so too?

Photos by mzrosie.

 

A Perplexed Planter

Planter
A Perplexed Planter, photo by mzrosie

Wouldn’t you just hate it when you woke up one morning and your brain was missing?  Well, it happened to this planter.  He kept asking the passersby, including me, what happened to his brain.  Nobody knew.  I said, “At least, there are pretty blue flowers growing on your head.” He almost had a heart attack.  Good thing  he didn’t have a heart, so he was all right.

Poor planter.  He looked really perplexed.  You would be too if that happened to you.