Chitter Chatter Chitter Chatter
She said this.
Chitter chatter chitter chatter
She said that.
Chitter chatter chitter chatter
What do you think she meant?
Chitter chitter chitter chitter.
I do not know, I say, not looking up from my typing,
Irritated now.
Why don’t you go ask her?
Oh, I could not do that.
Chitter. Chatter. Chitter Chatter.
I am silent,
Hoping she will get the hint.
But she does not.
Apparently I am her last friend?
Wonder why?
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