Monday, December 23, 2013


~A Visit with Pa Grouch ~

 'Twas two days before Christmas
And Papa Grouch here
Made a pact with the Devil
To stay home this year. 

~ § ~

The cupboard was bare
And the table unclad
Because of this grumpy
Self-centered old Dad, 

~ § ~

Who'd decided it all
Was too much of a strain
That denuded his wallet
And caused him great pain.

~ § ~ 

Mama was despondent
The babe on her lap
Did nothing but howl
And spit up its pap.

~ § ~ 

The children were mopey
Their eyes sullen slits
They thought Papa'd gone mad
And had lost all his wits 

~ § ~

When on the front lawn
There arose a great clatter
The neighbors had come
To see what was the matter 

~ § ~ 

With no wreath on the door
Or lights on the eaves
They thought Papa'd grown poor
Or been looted by thieves 

~ § ~

So up to the housetop
With garlands they climbed
Stringing green'ry and lights
Till they got all begrimed 

~ § ~

The ladies walked in
With caskets of food
Then set up a tree
While the children they wooed

~ § ~ 

With carols in harmony
Sung at the door
With lighted red candles
That dripped on the floor.

~ § ~  

Then in marched Tom Turkey,
Who went straight to the oven,
Saying, "Pluck me and stuff me,
I'm dyin' for lovin.'" 

~ § ~

He made not a squawk
While they chopped off his head
Plucked out all his feathers
And stuffed him with bread 

~ § ~

And onions and apples
And sausage and sage
And quite enough butter
To pay a week's wage.

~ § ~  

The cranberry mold
Like a rubicund belly
Shook and shimmered itself
Like a gem made of jelly.

~ § ~ 

The scent of cinnamon
Ginger and pine
Along with the turkey
Smelled simply divine

~ § ~ 

A baker on crutches
Who only could hobble
Said, "Soon that old bird
Will be ready to gobble." 

~ § ~ 

The men midst cold ashes
Placed branches for Yule
Their crackling splendor
A marvelous tool 

~ § ~

For cheering and warming
Pa Grouch with his pain,
Who was soon moved to say,
"I've no right to complain.

~ § ~ 

"With neighbors like you,
I feel it's a shame
I ever indulged
A desire to maim

~ § ~ 

"The Spirit of Joy,
Good Will, and Good Cheer.
I promise you all
I'll be nicer––next year." 

~ § ~ 

Then placing his thumb
At the tip of his nose
He waved them Good Night
And to bed up he rose.

~ § ~ 

But I heard him exclaim,
As he moved past our sight,
"Don't let the door hit your butt,
When you leave. Now Good Night!" 


~ FreeThinke ~
Christmas, 201
Have a Jocular Christmas!
~ § ~ 




6 comments:

  1. **chuckle, chuckle**

    Good job, FT!

    No Grouches allowed in this house for Christmas 2013. Too much jocularity for that!

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  2. What a delightful poetic outing, Mr. FreeThinke!

    It was marred only by the picture of Ducky at the top.

    Merry Christmas to you!

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  3. Miniver,
    Funny quip about the picture of Ducky.

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  4. Agnes Hamilton and Alan Cartwright said

    This is a minor masterpiece. Very witty and original. You seem to love irascible old curmudgeons as much as we do. So glad you posted The Man Who Came to Dinner; we've loved it for years.

    Did you the blog owner write this? If so congratulations, it's very well done.

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  5. Bea Fowler said

    Should become a classic. Whoever wrote it has a real way with words. Where did you find such perfect lllustrations?

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  6. Desderio Velasquez said

    Buenos noches, muchachos.

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