Complainers are bees that will constantly buzz,
A-buzzing of something that wasn’t or was:
The lineup was long, the traffic was bad,
The waiter was rude, he shouldn’t wear plaid.
We all do it sometimes, though some more than most,
A characteristic that makes a poor host,
For bees should make honey and fly with their wings,
But if they only buzz, there’ll be only stings.
I complain about everything…only not to restaurant staff, of course. I don’t want my food coming back full of spit.
I think you fall into the category of complainers who complain to entertain others…like a comedian.
Actually I mainly complain to amuse myself. I’d be bored stiff if the world was perfect.
Well, you could always watch your Doctor Who series over and over again ad infinitum.
I do that already, but it’s good to take a break and find something to moan about every so often.
Then hang on to that pigeon…sorry seagull.
Nicely done! When you read it aloud, it sounds like something written by Dr. Seuss! Try it and see if you agree!
Ron