Eight-line Poems

Grouch

Grouch

Just go away, don’t bother me,
stop touching that, it wasn’t free,
I don’t need you, I’d rather sleep,
mind your own and what’s mine I’ll keep,
don’t talk so loud, don’t be so rude,
you hurt my ears, that’s awful crude,
and if you think I’m so prickly,
just go now and - double quickly.


Line count: 8
Rhymed couplets
For Express It In Eight, 03.04.24
Prompt: Write a prickly poem.