Oh for the invention of a mouth shaped cork
To plug between the lips of those who love to talk,
Those who rattle on relentlessly and loudly in spite
Of the fact that all they’re saying is utter shite!
Oh how lovely it would be if only they
Could be silenced long before their mouths had gone astray,
Shut up long before they put their foot in it
By droning their relentless monologue of shit.
Would the mouth shaped cork have little breathing holes
To save these verbal excrementers’ bodies and souls,
Or would they have to rely for breathing on their noses
And if suffering a cold, turn up their toeses?
I think, given the option, I’d go for the latter,
To halt at least some of them inflicting endless chatter
On unsuspecting persons such as me,
Who would like to live their lives verbal garbage free!
Lynne Joyce 29.12.2014