Jungle Drums

Jungle Drums Well known was Molly by gossips Words fell so easy from her lips They always found ready ears Revered was she amongst her peers A casual meeting Molly made Good conversation she displayed Invited then to mothers meeting Where received a rapturous greeting For all the ladies gathered there Knew Molly had a tale to share About the folk at forty eight Procured across a garden gate Passed along tongue to tongue It must be right, it can’t be wrong Second hand, thrice removed Each time the details are improved Behind her curtains, Mrs Rose Who sees all that comes and goes From her shadowy oasis Offers Molly on the basis What she tells her will be treated With respect and not repeated Knowing only far to well Molly cannot wait to tell Everyone she knows All she’s gleaned from Mrs Rose And Peg the paper shop assistant Said “It’s true”, she was insistent She had heard the news confirmed By Mrs Smith, who had learned About the tale and of course From a most reliable source It’s not hard to understand How she holds them in her hand Like ducklings on a pond to feed Molly delivers to their greed Her listeners are now captivated By her words uncomplicated Said with such simplicity Masked by dark duplicity Who would believe, ill intent From a face, so innocent Having spilled out all her news Others offered up their views Ever wilder each new claim Fending, proving, placing blame Then Ginger Adams put her spoke in “ I had heard, “She’s done her bloke in” With a glare from Molly’s eye Ginger just wanted to die For she had not learnt quite yet Where the sights they should be set Which appears to be somewhere Between uncaring and unfair With no way to recognize Which be truth and which be lies. Please forgive the implication that this behaviour is exclusive to the fairer sex, it is simply for the purposes of this write. I have known men that easily equal any woman in this sphere of life, and be just as catty, hahahha