Causing The Back Some Unwanted Flack!
You act all tame and smile with a wave.
Searching for blame, it's info you crave.
Shoving your nose where it doesn't belong.
Cackling like crows chowing on a ding dong.
Knee jiggling with delight as they leave.
When out of sight you bob and weave.
Have you heard this? Have you heard that?
Acting like it's bliss while being an annoying gnat.
Finding out more which you'll never tell.
Pace up and down the floor clutching your cell.
Speed typing the news to those unaware.
Away your paws cruise like a dirty old mare.
Sneeking off at the drop of a ring.
A fake cough is all that you sling.
Like a canary your flutter and sing.
Without even a stutter you let the news fling.
So much for your word and worth.
You sung like a bird and it's all over earth.
In like a gust you sit beginning to fiddle,
But your info lust puts you back in the middle.
The typing you stop and perk up your ear.
For a new gossip crop has been heard near.
Back on the phone you go with a dash.
By your tone you sound worse than trailer park trash.
But oh no, never ever you.
You simply glow with your perky view.
Your trusting eyes would never lie.
Until all are no longer wise then off you fly.
What's this more news one wishes to share?
You have the blues and something you can't bare?
Tell little old me and all will be fine.
Even with crossed knee my word is divine.
That is a big deal and no one will know.
Don't worry we had a deal and your secret I won't blow.
Until you leave my sight and no longer linger.
Then your plight will be texted out with my rapid finger.
What? It surely wasn't me that spread that.
You are a nut. I'm no dirty rat.
The info spread around was fake?
I swear what I read was how to bake a cake.
The cat or rather Pat watches each day as a certain person listens to whatever one has to say. Pretending she would never tell and then off the person goes with their cell. So for a little fun some miss information was spun. This person got what they deserve from Pat's little info swerve. So fun to stir up shit especially when gossip hounds deserve it. Hate nosey old bats. Yes, they even bother cats. The person sure got some sass which was such fun to cause by my little rhying ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Searching for blame, it's info you crave.
Shoving your nose where it doesn't belong.
Cackling like crows chowing on a ding dong.
Knee jiggling with delight as they leave.
When out of sight you bob and weave.
Have you heard this? Have you heard that?
Acting like it's bliss while being an annoying gnat.
Finding out more which you'll never tell.
Pace up and down the floor clutching your cell.
Speed typing the news to those unaware.
Away your paws cruise like a dirty old mare.
Sneeking off at the drop of a ring.
A fake cough is all that you sling.
Like a canary your flutter and sing.
Without even a stutter you let the news fling.
So much for your word and worth.
You sung like a bird and it's all over earth.
In like a gust you sit beginning to fiddle,
But your info lust puts you back in the middle.
The typing you stop and perk up your ear.
For a new gossip crop has been heard near.
Back on the phone you go with a dash.
By your tone you sound worse than trailer park trash.
But oh no, never ever you.
You simply glow with your perky view.
Your trusting eyes would never lie.
Until all are no longer wise then off you fly.
What's this more news one wishes to share?
You have the blues and something you can't bare?
Tell little old me and all will be fine.
Even with crossed knee my word is divine.
That is a big deal and no one will know.
Don't worry we had a deal and your secret I won't blow.
Until you leave my sight and no longer linger.
Then your plight will be texted out with my rapid finger.
What? It surely wasn't me that spread that.
You are a nut. I'm no dirty rat.
The info spread around was fake?
I swear what I read was how to bake a cake.
The cat or rather Pat watches each day as a certain person listens to whatever one has to say. Pretending she would never tell and then off the person goes with their cell. So for a little fun some miss information was spun. This person got what they deserve from Pat's little info swerve. So fun to stir up shit especially when gossip hounds deserve it. Hate nosey old bats. Yes, they even bother cats. The person sure got some sass which was such fun to cause by my little rhying ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.
Published on November 29, 2012 03:00
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