Peter the Grump

by Wynn Free

 

He's an irritable son of a gun.

If you stand next to him,

You might tremble with the fear

That he's about to

Chew your head off.

It's hard to believe

He's got a heart of gold,

Because his heart got buried

And what you see at first

Is the junkyard

Of his hurts and failures

Manifesting as his grumpiness.

But if you get a shovel

And do some excavating,

You will find his heart of gold

And he will become

Your best friend.