The grumpy man sits,
Head in hands,
Pipe in mouth,
Green hat covering his eyes
From the invading sun.
His too big trousers
Held high by braces.
Little black dog by his side.
Little black dog.
By his side
Lands a metaphor.
He looks up,
And perhaps to your surprise,
But not mine,
He smiles.
His little teeth
Make a cheeky grin,
Not grumpy,
Not compared to his dog,
Anyway.
