A LITTLE BOOK OF GRUMPIES
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The idea is given in the first poem:

Bentley had his clerihew,
Hecht his double dactyl. I
dearly would have liked to hew
some small trifle all could try.
Grumping seemed the perfect theme,
apt for pensioners like me.
But it proved a hopeless scheme:
I in prosody you see
failed to find a formal mould.
Only one theme things are told.