Kind of the Truth
Sir Spoonsalot was a bit of a snot
His breath was stinky, smelled like rot
We were shocked when he began dating Lady Chatterbox
He loved her a bunch, they both had a crow and a fox.
But what about Sir Gigglefritz? My cousin Vi asked me.
I heard that this weirdo was at Lady Hopsincrotch’s afternoon tea.
This was news that had gone around, but I was sure untrue.
Later I got all the gory details from another gossip, Miss Jenny Sue.
These rounders have all been around the block and up a tree.
I would never date such fools as these, I told Wanda and Bree.
They gave me a look that said they thought I was lying.
Which I sometimes do when my stories they are not buying.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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