misery guts

little Miss Misery guts

sat under a tree

her face was harsh

and like a prune.

she did scare

the birds and bees

and

squrrels away.

With her scowling

and beady eyes.

Along came

happy Fred.

Telling her

not to be so

glum.

In turn to

change that

frown

around

into

a big fat cheesy

grin

instead.

She told happy

Fred to go to hell.

And stick his pipe

where the sun

does not shine.

Happy Fred

he was told

and off he

went with

a upset look.

oh Miss Misery guts

is spreading the

doom and gloom

alright.

Poor happy Fred

he was only trying

to be nice and to

cheer misery up.

And got a blast

of miserys temper

instead.

Misery does not

like company

and Fred was

sadly told

not in a nice

way that.

Reviews

[Derekv]

Great poem, and very true. Miserable people only want company that's as miserable as they are. Life is too short to harbor anger or pain; though we find it extremely difficult to do, it would make our lives so much easier if we could just let it go.

Keep up the good work!

-Derekv

[Onlyme]

That is so true Derekv. thanks for your thoughts. hugs Dawn.

[Flowers of Eternity]

I felt hurt after reading that poem..
But all in all, you created a poem true to it's word.
Wonderful work Dawn!

[Onlyme]

Thanks sweetheart, it was sort of a reflection on me to be honest. Dawn

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good ending. Your words are true. No-one like a person who is a misery person. Thank you Dawn for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Onlyme]

Cheers Coyote, for your thoughts. hugs Dawn.