The Inevitable Hump
Fall has fell with a thump
my mood remains in a slump
my ego is bruised with a bump
I’ve become an unreasonable grump.
My hair hangs bunched in a clump
these days I look more like a frump
I need to move outta this dump
I feel like a second-rate chump.
If I were insane I might jump
as my life has resembled a sump
but I can’t lay around like a lump
I must leap this inevitable hump.
Just the winter doldrums….