Blissfully Saved
From gossip
I can hear those that are near.
Though other times it’s mist
The scuttlebutt and gossip
I’m glad that I missed it.
I look like I am listening.
But cannot hear a word
I have selective hearing.
Most words in a crowd are blurred.
Especially in a crowded room
When many tongues are wagging
It sounds like a drone in my ears.
The whine of voices nagging.
I nod my head and say yes, yes.
I completely understand
When in truth, it’s clear as mud
And that natter should be banned.
It’s incredibly irritating.
When everyone speaks at once
And like noddy, I dip my head.
And diddle doddle like a dunce.
It’s often an advantage.
To not know or hear claptrap.
Idle gossip titbits and scandal
Scuttlebutt and other tittle-tatt
And blissfully be saved.
From rumours, folks are spreading.
And set off on another route.
The scaremongers are treading.
It appears that I am blessed,
and I thank my lucky stars.
I don’t need to hear the whispers.
Buzz and scandal told in bars.
And now I can rest happy.
Make a trip or take a cruise.
And turn up the volume.
If I want to hear the news
©
David Rudder
2022
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