Just a little ditty about a hermit.

He was a grouch,
a mean ole cuss.
He wanted nothing to do,
with any of us.
~
He wouldn’t play,
even one game.
Though he treated all,
he meet the same.
~
He’s not the life of the party.
He never smiles.
His grunts and sighs,
go on for miles.
~
Next to him,
scrooge is a jolly old elf.
He’s so mean,
He can’t stand the sight of himself.
~
So now he’s a hermit,
He lives in a cave.
No one want him around,
cause he won’t behave.
~Collette~
©Copyright 08-22-02
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