Idle Chatter Poem by Edwina Reizer

Talk about the weather
For they don’t know what to say.
That’s what people do
On every single day.

“Cold out today.
There’s a chance for snow.”
I just hope the wind won’t blow.”
“Boy, what a day.
It’s beautiful outside.”
Gosh it’s so hot out.
I feel like I’m being fried.”

Now what would people talk about
If the weather ceased to be?
I guess there’d just be silence,
No more repartee.

What a waste of language
With nothing to be said.
Communication skills
People seem to dread.