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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?
