Grumpy Face

A surly bloke in his forties with few words to say You won't see him smile on the sunniest day His only offspring a daughter living in a town far away And his wife with another with him did not stay The joys of life he is not known to embrace Known to those who know or know of him as grumpy face Of his praises you won't hear anyone sing Yet he is a fellow who does his own thing When he's at the pub he's not part of the crowd He drinks on his own and he never talks loud A fellow who would be hard to get to know He does not have a friend or he does not have a foe A powerfully built fellow broad shouldered and tall He never talks of work, women, politics or football.