THE NAMBY AND THE PAMBY

He sniveled constantly. He sniveled about cleaning the house. He sniveled about mowing the lawn. He sniveled about standing in line at the grocery store. He sniveled about constantly loosing the remote control. He sniveled about too much dressing on his salad. He was an intense sniveler.

Some say his sniveling came from being molly coddled. He was molly coddled in the crib. He was molly coddled at home. He was molly coddled at school. He was molly coddled at church. He even won a molly coddling contest when he was 15.

When he wasn't sniveling or being molly coddled, he was belly aching. He belly ached about a favorite football team losing. He belly ached about a restaurant order taking too long. He belly ached at the price of gas. He belly ached about his old car in need of unaffordable repairs.

But when he wasn't sniveling, belly aching, or being molly coddled, he was whining. He whined about the lousy economy. He whined about his coffee being too strong. He whined about getting fatter. He even whined about the taste of his wine. 

Thus he was the embodiment of the namby and the pamby. Sniveling, molly coddling, belly aching, and whining his way
into the mediocre pages of history. Enough said.