Words that Swirl
Like windmills.
Like the wind and liquid
Flowing like a stream
So many words I’ve never heard
Like in a chatroom in a dream.
Words that swirl like windmills
It may be windy farm noise
Agitating Trumps temper
And stirring up the boys.
And there are those, who stop and stare
Others are taciturn
Gasps of air, now that’s not fair
Then more words in return.
Birds and bees buzz and sing
Others shriek and stutter
Some are smooth as honey
And others soft as butter.
I’ve met many motor mouths
And moths that hardly whisper
People that scribble when they talk
A gabby gossip and a leaning lister.
Then there are the loquacious
With lipstick on their lips
Flowery fibs and fabrications
And slippery swivelling hips.
Save my soul she said to me
Her jaw jack-knifed and then
She continued clucking
Like a mother hen.
©David Rudder 2023
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