Gobbling Up Good Goo

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

I gaggled with the flock who gob goo!
Even knowing that the gab was dished 'do'.
And when the gabfest was through...
I did what they don' did too!
Spread that around to the others,
In this small town.
Like a gaggled gabber gobbling up good goo,
Giving it gossiping gas...
To have it passed around,
Like a hand me down wedding gown!

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