He was a very high-brow elderly gentleman
Involved in politics, poetry and the community-at-large.
Whenever we saw him approach us we felt we had done something wrong.
He should have been a Head Master at a school in England.
Unfortunately for us, he was not.
He yelled at my children for playing in the woods behind
his house, as they gleefully befriended a frog.
Most of all, he was known as the mean man who chased away
the ice cream truck because it made too much noise.
I will never forgive him for that.
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