A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
I do love a natter,
The patter of chatter,
That putting the whole world to rights.
The toing and froing,
The pleasure of knowing
How things are resolved without fights.
The cut-the-crap chit-chat,
And verbalised tit-for-tat
are what-makes-us-human type things.
The rumour, the goss,
Sifting truth from the dross,
The happiness small-talking brings.
But, my dear's tittle-tattle
Is unceasing prattle,
No pausing, not even to hiccup.
Non-stop her blathering
At every small gathering,
I do wish my woman would shut up.