The Newsmonger

The awkward walker and excellent climber Pulling thyself to a higher branch. With thick muscular tongue Used deftly for manipulating words The single use of thy unbridled tongue, A million damage of the best things A match, though insignificant and small The forest, it can set ablaze Causing trillions of damages to humanity Shall I compare thee; to parrots? Thy tales, less enticing More gratifying reactions thou caused The professional painter Painted black lie white, Coloured it, twisted it and exaggerated it to other’s peril Just to add spice to it The super natural radio without battery Thy groundless rumour has become scandalous. Thy bucal cavity out of ill will thou open Through thy zeal to spice up the tale Thou never remember the harm inflicted On the one involved Thy mouth becomes a snare In which thou put thy own foot. What is the latest over there? Can we have some juicy tidbits here? Is the delicious story ripe? What is the response from thy host? Longing to see thee tomorrow Offspring of the devil, incarnated with evil! Thy serpent father established the slanderous tale In the Garden of Eden Tell me, O! Tale bearer Can thou be boastful of thy inheritance? The professional transformer of x-ray to hearsay The more thou talk about people, The more people talk about thee. And thou do thyself no good.