Nothing was ever good enough, nothing was ever right.
If white, he wanted it black, if day he wanted it night.
He’d sit all day in that dratted chair and criticize the world.
There was trouble from the minute his poisonous tongue uncurled.
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interesting poem...this was quit enjoyable...i had a husband like that once and it instantly made me thing of him...nice job!
such people are funny, my grandpa's like that, but still a good hearted kind caring guy too.