How The Grump Lost His Nuts
In a town where the sun rarely shone,
Lived a grumpy old man, all alone.
With a scowl on his face and a hunch in his back,
He shuffled through life, feeling quite off-track.
His garden was barren, his attitude worse,
He'd yell at the children; he'd curse and he'd curse.
With his heart all encased in a rusty old rust,
The townsfolk all whispered, "That grump's lost his trust."
But one fateful morning, while brewing his tea,
He stepped on a squirrel, oh dear me, oh me!
With a shriek and a scurry, the creature took flight,
And the grump, in his anger, was filled with sheer fright.
"You pesky pest, you’ve made me a fool!"
He shouted and stomped like a child out of school.
But as he turned quickly to give chase to the fuzz,
He felt something strange—oh, what was that buzz?
His face turned to shock as he glanced at his pants,
With a puff and a pop, he lost all his chance!
For right in that moment, like quicksilver nuts,
His dignity vanished, oh what a big strut!
He searched high and low, in bushes and trees,
With each frantic step, he'd howl like a breeze.
The townsfolk were laughing, they gathered 'round near,
As the grump looked for nuts with a fuming veneer.
"Where have they gone?" he bellowed in fright,
"I can’t go on like this, not day or night!"
But the townsfolk just chuckled, for they had a hunch,
That the grump had lost something—that mattered a bunch.
Then a giggling young girl came skipping his way,
With a grin on her face, oh so happy and gay.
"Excuse me, sir, but if you don’t mind me saying,
We are all quite amused by your, um, mislaying!"
The grump turned bright red, oh what a sight,
As the girl pointed down and gave a small bite.
There, lying so still by the old garden gate,
Were his pride and his pants—what a sorry fate!
In that moment of loss, something shifted in him,
He chuckled a bit; his voice lost its grim.
For laughter is magic, it lightens the load,
And he thought, just maybe, he'd take a new road.
So he gathered his wits and dusted off shame,
With a wink at the townsfolk, he played a new game.
For the grump had learned something, it’s plain as daylight,
That sometimes it’s okay to let loose and feel light.
Now in that odd town where the sun loves to shine,
Lived a grump who found joy, oh, how he defined!
He never found nuts, but he found something grand,
That laughter and kindness go hand in hand.