Yabble Babble
I have a problem with my gob
I have a problem with my mouth
Not the teeth or gums or that
But the incesent noises
that come out
Babble
When I am on the phone
Yabble Yabble Babble
When I answer the door
Gabble Gabble Gabble yabble yabble babble
When my bloke tries to sleep
yak yak yak yak
Gabble gabble gabble
yabble yabble
babble
When my best friends on the phone
Even when am on my own
Apart from the cats – all thats heard is
Witter witter witter witter witter
yak yak yak yak
gabble gabble gabble
yabble yabble babble
I burble about blather
I emplor you to stay and chatter
I’ll natter to the knitters
And witter to the writers
What more can I say
I am the Yabble Babble
Posted: Wednesday, September 12th, 2018 @ 2:34 am
Categories: Poems.
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