A rumbling grunt of grump
As it steps from its lair
Irritable at nothing
Lashing out at everything
Pounding and crashing
Forcing others to hide high
Sighs tainted with a brewing funk
He is on the edge
Of another daily tantrum
A small event to be ignored
Sets him off for the day
The ogre rules the land
But cannot rule his temper
About Charles Yallowitz
Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
Legends of Windemere 
It was not nice of you to post my picture up there without advanced warning lol. Blankies, pillow, ZZZZZZ. Good morning Charles how is your day thus far?
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Wow. The opening of your comment actually gave me a start and I went looking for your picture through my archives. I that answers how the day is going. Probably going to take over the toddler, so my wife can get the last of the convention decorations done . . . or sleep. She tends to sleep.
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Oh lord. Sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you! I was hoping to make you crack a smile during your hell week.
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I smiled when I figured it out. I’m just tired from a rough night and rougher morning. We have that annoying weather where it’s too cold to open the window at night, but it’s too hot and dry in the room. So, I keep waking up feeling like I ran a few miles through the Sahara.
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I’m going through that too. And now rain. muggy ugh!
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Ick. Stay strong. Now off to the wild backyard where the toddler roams free.
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Great poem Charles, 🙂
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Thanks.
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