The Busybody Poem by Juan Olivarez

She rocks on the front porch,
In her rocking chair.
In the morning and evening,
In foul weather or fair.

She watches the neighbors,
To see where they go.
As they close their doors,
She starts in to crow.

Gets on her party line,
And starts spreading the news.
With her own brand of spin,
And her own slanted views.

She rocks on her front page,
Just rocks there all day.
And nothing escapes her,
But it's just her way.

11/29/10 Alton Texas