Funny poster that has a sense of humor! Reminds me of the zoo
Girls' frequent days out on the town
Always involve lunch and shopping,
But, most significantly, nonstop talking.
tis what happens when ya’ be kissin’ the Blarney Stone
although I never did~ they don’t wipe between kissers
and my wonderful wife said I didn’t need to~ my gift of gab comes naturally
I am not sure when I was given the Gift of the Gab,
I know my brother was first to take it out of the bag,
As soon as he was able to grab.
It took me longer to take a peek into the bag,
But when I too decided to grab,
I saw no reason to lag.
I don't like to brag,
But it soon replaced the need for a cigarette (***),
And took away my fear of wearing a tag.
With the gift of the gab in the bag,
I was seldom out in the cold without a decent garb,
Or a friend to suggest, it could be time to put my gift back in the bag,
While I recovered from jet lag.
Whoever discovered the gift of the gab,
Late one night in their lab,
I can't thank them enough for letting it out of the bag,
To give confidence, to so many to brag,
About the time they talked themselves out of a paper bag.
Without the gift of the gab,
Life would be quite a drag,
Not being bold enough to wear any colorful garb,
Or even run in places, where those with the gift of gab,
Have no fear of opening their bag.
How many more would be leading the life of a lonely old crab,
But for the gift of the gab.
I might drive you crazy and that's for sure, so please don't come
a knocking at my back door.
Serve me brewed coffee and soon you will see a wired Chatty Cathy.
If you really want to be cruel slip me a can of Red Bull.
Many moon ago when I learned how to walk, unfortunate for some,
I learned how to talk.
The irish call this the gift of gab, to others its just blab, blab, blab.
So much more of our souls can be laid bare,
when words don’t collide non-stop in midair.
There must be some mistake
This can't be happening
Was I born too early or too late
Into this century
I blame the generation before
For not getting it right
Who did they put in charge
Whoever it was, they wasted their dime
Leaving us here to clean up this mess
I know we can do better than this
What they were thinking is anyone's guess
Being willy-nilly at best
With pollution clogging the air
Wars starting up everywhere
All I see is power and greed
With the attitude of what's in it for me
Now that it's our chance in life
Things are going to change you will find
We won't be making the same mistakes
We won't be following that party line
Things will be better at last
Once we clean up their mess
No more famous words have ever been said
By every generation of the past
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