I Moan.

I like to moan,

in a monotone.

I’m a bloke,

I love to complain,

about the rain.

That’s no joke.

I always grumble,

through a mumble.

It’s not just me.

I constantly rant,

while others chant.

It’s due to the fallacy.

Just because I frown,

doesn’t mean I’m down.

I am a man that’s all.

Leave me to moan,

on my own.

It’s all but an ageing drawl.