Kvetch

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Kvetch

I never met a one like you

whose negativity shines through.

This poem’s the salute I sketch

for all you do.  You kvetch, kvetch, kvetch.

You criticize, I must confess.

No matter what, you must redress

your point (to death) in acid-etch.

Yes, all you do is kvetch, kvetch, kvetch.

The food’s too salty, sweet or cold.

If someone’s wronged, you’re wronged two-fold.

You sound like an ungrateful wretch

and all you do is kvetch, kvetch, kvetch.

And if you go to see a show,

you will complain, “It sucks, you know.

The acting’s bad.  The plot?  Farfetched.

And all you’ve done is kvetched, kvetched, kvetched.

You never compliment your host,

unless it’s qualified, at most.

You whine, you sulk, pretend to retch

and all you do is kvetch, kvetch, kvetch.

But can you take it?  No, you can’t.

Constructive words just make you rant.

You are the king of Kingdom Quetch*

‘cause all you do is kvetch, kvetch, kvetch.

I never met a one like you…

See, all you do is kvetch, kvetch, kvetch.

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Notes:  The inspiration for today's Kyrielle Sonnet (and then some) came from the prompt of 'complaining' - thoughtfully (and without any whining whatsoever) provided for by Daniel Ari on his Imunuri blog.  I just couldn't resist.  Wine and cheese, anyone?