Memory of Gibble Gabble Woman
There was a gibble gabble woman
In our neighborhood when I was a child.
She sung gossip the way
Porters sling suitcases, trying to break people
Her tongue was fast, and mean, and she had no shame
We learned quickly she was fun to rile, and quick to spread joy
When we got older we noticed she was near-sighted too.
See? We would say, pointing, “There they are now.”
We knew full well her eyes could not make out the people.
But she took us at our lying words, and spread her powerful poisons
We laughed that she could not see the end of her own finger,
Yet she believed us; we relished giving her misinformation.
It was our mission to send her on gossip-filled excursions
During the summers of our 6th and 7th grade years.
I am sad to say we could not twist her up or wind her the next year.
She had died a pauper’s death. We were the only two at her funeral.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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