He Must Grumble - He's Frank Crumble

 

The face of Frank Crumble

As a gaggle of Ragged Ramblers sat on a bench within the porch of Holy Trinity, West Runton, we noticed a malevolent face glowering at us low down in the plaster wall opposite. We asked the face its name and learned that this is Frank Crumble. Here is a poem about Mr. Crumble...

Tired of watching the 

dangling balls of 

resting old gents 

in safari shorts 

the silly old fools! 

 

Too many flasks 

and too many pies 

and triangle-cut sarnies offending my eyes 

 

Too many flasks and 

hot steaming teas 

perched precariously on knobbly old knees 

 

My name is Frank Crumble 

I'm stuck in this wall 

My name is Frank Crumble 

and I hate you all!

~ Munro Tweeder-Harris Esq. ~