No thanks. Not me. I’m feeling grumpy.
My mood, just now, is rather lumpy.
Some time soon my mood will shift.
This darkling pall will start to lift.
But here and now, I choose to wait,
to sulk and scowl, to brood and hate.
Please don’t “help”; don’t rib; don’t joke.
For mercy’s sake, don’t tease and poke.
I won’t respond well; I’ll push back.
I’ll pull you down – I’ve got the knack.
So I’ll leave thou and thee’ll leave me –
To me my scowl; to thee thy glee –
And some time soon we’ll meet again,
alike in mood, rejoined as friends.
Respect! Already, progress made.
My funky funk begins to fade.
Don’t pounce, not yet; I’m not yet there.
But when I am, I’ll share. I swear.