A Weary Tongue
A weary tongue, it will tend to wag
With nothing better on earth to do
Than create a stir where none exists,
Always looking for another stew.
And failing that, it will tend to brag
Or look for a rumor on which to chew,
A salacious story it cannot resist
Often embellishing with a tasty brew,
With enough salt to make one gag
Picture sealing it up with Elmer’s glue
For any old cause it will happily enlist,
And constantly embellish another's view.
I once knew one such pitiful old hag
Who wallowed in everyone else’s brew --
Well, actually, I’ve composed quite a list
Confidences say I can’t share it with you.
Written October 1, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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