Mad As a Hornet
He spits his oatmeal all over the place;
holds his breath, now he's got a blue face.
He wants cookies and not just one.
He throws a fit, if he gets none.
He fell out of his chair and bumped his head.
That made him mad, now his cheeks are all red.
He pees his pants if he doesn't get his way.
He's cranky 'cause he's not had a nap today.
He wants another bottle so I tried to hide it.
He toddles around to try and find it.
He got it, now he's sucked it dry.
He can't get enough of that good old rye.
He's mad as a hornet with his stinger out.
Another day in the life of Grandpa Stout!..
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2015
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