Trouble Talker
I don’t know if his one cold mouth is itchy,
His voice of tot is incredibly catchy.
I don’t see if he’s tired of making crash talks,
Seeing him is a joke when he seriously walks.
He makes sure that everyone listens,
One crap of jape is not much and lessens.
Is he ashamed when he made mistakes?
Is he aware that he can’t get any of those stakes?
I wonder why he’s so much but a trouble talker,
He’s funny but a fool when he chats so over.
T-A-L-K-E-R is his freaky old known name,
Hearing that talker is always and so much and same.
Mr. Trouble Talker can’t knock it off,
He can’t be like prim so why he’s off.
You can’t be as formal as anyone else.
Mouth of worthlessness is rot as every guy smells.
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