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by Norman
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Entertainment · #2184161
Grumpy fits me best of all
I have a hat with Grumpy’s name;
I wear it all the time.
My wife will say, and I agree,
it fits my mood just fine.

She calls me a curmudgeon, too.
Well, I’ve been called much worse.
While I am not the sweetest guy
that’s not my biggest curse.

I got the hat at Disney World.
I thought it fit me well.
I could have bought the Dopey one;
that one they seldom sell.

As dopey as I am at times,
I wouldn’t wear that hat.
It doesn’t pay to advertise
if you were born like that.

I’d rather be like Doc, of course,
the smart one of the crew.
But I am not the clever one.
That’s just not how I grew.

Yeah, Grumpy fits me best of all,
I guess I must confess.
It’s better than that Dopey hat
but worse than all the rest.

When I put on that Grumpy hat,
I know this may sound strange,
but I become that certain dwarf.
I undertake a change.

I’m not my old self anymore.
My mind and body morph.
Now you may not believe it but
I am that seventh dwarf.

They call us dwarfs because, you know,
we’re all so very small.
But I could be the best of all
if I were only tall.

Then I could be the handsome prince
and Snow White would be mine.
We’d live together happily
until the end of time.

And Snow White will be mine alone.
And Snow White is all mine.
And you can call me Happy now.
She’s mine, she’s mine, all mine.
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