Dizzy-Busy
‘I’m dizzy being busy’, she continued
To the friend who went, ‘Yea, really’.
Twenty minutes later, Dizzy-busy was still talking,
And the other one was still nodding feebly.
I wanted to hear what the other one had to say,
But all I could make out was Busy-dizzy.
The other one, she was far more interesting.
When I finally left, Dizzy-busy was still talking!
©dbyrne feb 2013
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