Loquacious ::Busta Sonnetto
Last night met a strange man in a party
Maybe luckily he sat next to me
After introduction, started to talk
on topics felt exciting, stopped hardly.
Perhaps found it easy to talk with glee.
Hoped it'd be quiet dinner but who knew
the man next to me is silence's worst
enemy. There's no need for me to talk
thought why still sitting beside him all through.
All I did, was to smile and to eat, cursed.
As he didn't cease to talk, thinking to find
right word to define him being patient
and finally the right word came to mind
not chatty, not verbose, it's Loquacious.
~X~X~X~
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