16 September 2012
Where I get my fuel I see this guy each week He is so grumpy He'd make a lotto winner weep It's always awkward Although he is polite I wish he'd crack a smile Maybe once or twice Yet the other day I had a big surprise After weeks of Mr Grump It's like he read my mind After filling up my car I went inside to pay Was thinking to myself "Does this guy have anything to say?" I had bought some sweets For my kids to share Mr Grump began to speak If I'd been sitting, I'd fallen off my chair He began to chatter About all the sweets in the shop He went on and on I didn't think he'd ever stop We began to get nostalgic Of the sweets of times gone by Me and Mr Grump Were on a sweetie high We were like mates Having such a laugh Maybe this chap Really ain't so bad? Then he asked me "Do you remember Tizer?" It was never a fave of mine But Grump was none the wiser I was smiling at him When I said "yes, I remember it" "Oh I just love that stuff" "I get through a bottle per shift" He really made me chuckle I think I've made a friend I wonder if it's a one off Or has Mr Sweet come to an end?
©Kim Brown 16th September 2012
Grump At The Pump • Opuss № I