The clatter of tongues, on rows of white
They drive me nuts, both day and night
Chattering like squirrels and crows that fight
Their lips sewed shut, would be quite a sight
They think their words, I want to hear
But it’s just sound, bombarding my ears
And to my eyes, it brings forth tears
Like I was jabbed with a red hot spear
Once I tried to halt, all their clatter
Like what I thought, would really matter
They looked at me, like the Mad Hatter
Off with his head, their teeth chattered
4 comments:
Hmmm, perhaps the trick is to come up with your own chatter, n drive them madder!
otimo
Hunter:
muito obrigado
Snaggle:
A one sided chatter
how could that matter
they'ed never hear
over their clatter
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