Mr. Frumple’s Grumble
Mr. Frumple had a grumble,
Taking great offence
As frisbees, balls and boomerangs
Kept flying past his fence.
Neighbour kids would launch their toys
And lose them in his yard.
What action plan would stop this mess?
He pondered long and hard.
Pulling paper from his desk,
He made a paper plane.
He wrote “Don’t throw your rotten toys!”
And launched it down the lane.
Faces popped above his fence.
“Hey, mister, that’s so cool!
Your plane flew straight to Dylan’s house:
That’s four doors down. You rule!”
Mr. Frumple’s face then crumpled
With a rumpled smile.
That afternoon he taught the kids
His paper airplane style.
Taking great offence
As frisbees, balls and boomerangs
Kept flying past his fence.
Neighbour kids would launch their toys
And lose them in his yard.
What action plan would stop this mess?
He pondered long and hard.
Pulling paper from his desk,
He made a paper plane.
He wrote “Don’t throw your rotten toys!”
And launched it down the lane.
Faces popped above his fence.
“Hey, mister, that’s so cool!
Your plane flew straight to Dylan’s house:
That’s four doors down. You rule!”
Mr. Frumple’s face then crumpled
With a rumpled smile.
That afternoon he taught the kids
His paper airplane style.
This poem is copyright (©) Jennifer Thomas 2024
About the Writer
Jennifer Thomas
Jennifer is a Canadian writer and editor. She is the co-writer of the Invisible Things zine, a collection of poems about the invisible creatures (gnomes, imps, and so on) who inhabit the world of modern kids and get into no end of mischief. Jennifer comes up with her best ideas for poems while she’s walking her dog, and as a result her dog gets lots of walks. This makes her dog very happy.