Gruncle

Hey you little fire.

My grave was dug

until you entered

a time I was thug.

I use to think so I

a mortal pain you

cleansed clear tear;

all my blunder too.

See we have sweet

family we up grew.

Her favorite color

purple is mine too.

Die I would for my

divine Caroline,

in her colors of her

red and blue lines.

Born same blood

I’m but an uncle

but you rather me

called a gruncle.

Great I am not I

a face it does rot.

Things I’m taught

I’ve never forgot.

Saved sober so

innocent a time

it that saved me,

all my entire life.

It did consume,

my night terror.

You born it is as

light as a feather.