The Man With The Frown Poem by felix paintwhenpainted

Once upon a time there was a man with a frown
He lived in a funny house that wasn’t upside down
All along his street were houses from which he would recoil
All on their roofs, flung there by some unknown turmoil

The man with a frown was actually quite content
He even went camping every now and then in a right-side-up tent
The only reason he always frowned and couldn’t grin
Was all the upside-downess of the world, which had to be a sin

Everywhere he turned and twirled and looked
Everything was twistedly upside-down and crooked
The skyscrapers all started in the air
Even the pedestrians walked upside-down in the square

His mother had helped people with horizontal furniture moves
And his father had built tiled roofs
So as far as he was concerned it quite a sensation
That all the houses were in the air flaunting foundations

One day Mr. frowning had a guest
Who walked on his roof and acted quite like all the rest
She sat right above him chatting and drinking her teas
And wouldn’t understand when he begged her to come down with a please

She told him that he really must stop trying to insist
And be decidedly more of an optimist
Because according to her
And of her views she was quite sure

His views were a tad too old
As the trend of being upside down had really taken hold
Nobody wanted anymore to be the right side up
It was all about being tipped around for a bit more luck

She pointed out the window
A field of roots poking from the ground she said was a meadow
Then there was even a cop car scraping along on its roof
And if the police were doing it then that was just proof

She pointed out how his lawn was all horribly green
While everybody else’s was all upside-down and brownly pristine
And displaying your roof was so very uncouth
But she had an instant remedy to heal and sooth

Just flip up and over and get upside-down
And while you’re at it fit in with the town
Let your cars tires see and breath some air
And then walk around with your head, just to be fair

Mr. Frowning thought about the thought for some thoughtful moments
Straining and pushing all his internal brainy components
He puffed and he huffed but could find no solution
So instead he just chose his first conclusion

He threw out his guest along with her tea
Out into his repulsive green grassy sea
Be gone and away you can remain!
Till you have figured out how to get right side up again!

Mr. frowning was content once more
As he calmly sat on his chair on the floor