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THE GRUGNAX


The meanest trick I ever knew

Was the one you nor I would ever do.

I saw a Grugnax try to do it,

And there was nothing funny to it.

 

He pulled a chair from under Dee,

As she was sitting down: but he

Was sent to bed, that Grugnax snot,

A gentleman he was not!

 

Quite repulsive in a bunch

The Grugnax lick their fingers,

And the Grugnax lick their knives;

They spill their drinks all over lunch.

 

Oh, they lead disgusting lives!

Grugnax all talk while eating.

Loudly and fast they chew;

And that is why I’m glad that I

 

Am not a Grugnax nor are you!

 
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Beverly Stock is an American poet, a former journalist, and a feature writer; she delights in creating poetry that asks big questions about small memories we so often overlook. Her verse has been published by the Society of Classical Poetry, The Chained Muse, Persimmon Tree, PowerPoetry.org, PoetrySoup.com, and Lighten Up Online, in the U.K. Visit her at www.beverlystockpoetry.com.

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