Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra Winter (Debbie)

“Grunter Overthinker”

There was a guy named Grunter Overthinker,

Who was a real big writing stinker.

His muse wrote books to sell–

I wondered, do they also smell?

Grunter was a fun little dude,

Looking mostly in a bad mood.

Tired of writing, he said one day:

“Muse, please leave me alone for a day!”

Grunter the Overthinker talking to himself,

Saying his muse was mad, at his new book on the shelf.

Grunter wrote about him; Muse didn’t like what he said.

Grunter got tired—he went to bed.

Then morning arrived, the sun was up;

He needed his gallon coffee cup.

Grunter brewed a pot of the nastiest stuff–

But waking him up just wasn’t enough.

For Grunter’s muse had died while he over slept;

Now Grunter can’t overthink or move a step.

His muse ascended into the peaceful wild blue–

Saying, “Goodbye, story tellers, now we’re both through.”

Author’s Note: This playful poem was sparked by a phrase I stumbled upon on DirtySciFiBuddha’s site: “Musings and books from a Grunty Overthinker.” The words made me smile—and soon, a character named Grunter began to take shape. What followed was a whimsical journey through coffee, muses, and the weary joy of overthinking. I hope it brings a chuckle, a sigh, or maybe even a little comfort.