A Good Chatter
She was a good chatter,
Always whispered about others.
Many times people objected her,
Such talking isn’t good all the time.
She cares for others and watched
When she walked on the street,
It was her attitude to look through,
Others and made different stories.
Her own children was also grown up,
When she fell asleep, they left home,
And joined others to enjoy late night,
She never found it until a pregnancy.
All the boys denied for responsibility,
She was seeking forensic evidence,
To nominate someone a baby’s Dad,
She was astonished to lose three claims.
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