Gossip! Gossip!
Chatta! Chatta!
A Juicy story,
truth; doesn't matter.
Whispers here,
whispers there.
A tongue untamed,
the greatest fear.
Libels, slanders,
famous innuendos.
Where it all started,
no one knows.
Or cares to know
its source.
A friend defamed,
not my loss.
Oh how fast it travels,
speed of light.
Should I tell you,
I think I might.
Gossip! Gossip!
Chatta! Chatta!
A juicy story,
truth; doesn't matter.
copyright@2006 by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.
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