The Gossiper Poem by louis rams

(9/15/12)

She was well to do, and had more
Money than me and you.
She loved to gossip and put people down
it mattered not- who was around.

She talked about everyone that she knew
And wouldn't let you leave till she was through.
She talked about her neighbors and her friends
And put them down to the bitter end.

They said she was lonely and didn't have a life
But who in the world would make her " his wife"?
Now the years have taken its toll
And she's gotten very old.
But! There was someone " who had done just that"
And she became bitter and fat.

She had married at a very young age
To a man who was twice her age.
After a few years he passed away
And she became even more bitter and enraged.

That is when she started to talk
About all who was around
And enjoyed the fact of putting people down.

Soon no one came to visit any more
For she had closed all the doors
They had gotten tired of trying
To be her friend, when she talked
About them - to no end.

There was nothing that could stop
Her wagging tongue, even as she
Was in her dying bed.
She talked about the living and the dead.
When the time came and she was laid to rest.
They said there was two coffins laid in the ground.

One for her body and one for her tongue
So she could not talk to anyone.

(the comical moral of this story)

: Don't talk without knowing- cause
Your tongue don't know where it's going.

© L. RAMS