Rumors Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

I cannot believe the rumors that are tossed about.
Spoken with half-truths from an animal with a snout.
Isn’t it funny how the story is swelling out of sorts?
Eyewitness accounts relayed by secondhand reports.

Sniffing and digging in search of truffles in the dirt.
Ready to ruin a reputation of questionable worth.
What pleasure is gained by those who are gossips?
Those who have smiles and whisper with lying lips.