The Tittle Tattler, No Need Ta Sail Ya!

The Tittle Tattler, No Need Ta Sail Ya!

The tittle tattler preached and prattled her

tried to raise a brow or two, 

oh what would she do?

He quibbled at quirky message

asked unanswerable questions,

expecting her confessions.

But to his made up projections

she expressed her truthful objections,

and that didn't go down well

As the tittler continued to belittle her

he drove his car and his mind round the bend,

to no unfathomable end.

You see, you can spit all, be critical

but you can't call her a liar, a defiar of you

She only ever tried for you, 

but you blew every chance, every opportunity

constantly putting her under scrutiny 

you can't call her a cheat, 

use that as an excuse to knock her from her feet

Just keep your conceited deceit,

keep your snipes, your bites, your tricky tripe’s

your gripes and growls are now lonely

and you sit on your throne

in your own spurious undertone,

in a furious fashion of course

Oh, the corruption of you

caused her abruption from you

what the heck did you expect 

a lottery (f*cking) winning cheque,

or a peck on the cheek from her to you?

You forget who she is, she's not joined to your hip

she's not bound to sail on your ship,

and if a ship you had 

it would have made her so sad,

she would have screwed all the crew, 

just to mutiny you

or she'd have jump over board breaking accord,

just to drown with a frown on her face.

You see, she would rather have drowned

than be laughed at and clowned

by someone as awful as you

who is surely contemptuous, 

and strenuous to deal with,

your musts never give, your trust is a failure,

'do you see why she had no need to sail ya'!'

By Toni Cairns 

@babbspoetry