Chapter 750
Talk
When one goes out
For a good time or even a walk
People begin to wonder and judge
As they take mental stock
Many people glance or look
Some will stare and gawk
Others zoom in with sharp vision
Like a keen eyed hawk
There's no easy way
Their many thoughts to block
Whatever they are thinking
Is probably just a crock
The many nosy viewers
Stand ready to instantly mock
Whatever nonsense they utter
Is nothing more than schlock
That's the gossip from the mob
Like birds of a feather together they flock
It seems to be one big 'whine-a-thon'
All they do is yak and squawk
Watch out for a verbal rock
With words they can sock
A few may even try to knock
Just remember talk is talk
Nobody