With your idle chatter
You’ve awoken a matter
That could a family scatter…
With your idle chatter,
A warring metal’s clatter
Dared to a unity batter…
Satan pays pro rata
For wrought mischief and idle chatter,
At times tipping the latter:
Let me see you become fatter
With your satanic idle chatter!
Categories:
pro rata, break up, evil, family,
Form: Rhyme