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 projection

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 critica

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 cant call her a cheat, use that as an excuse to knock her from her fee

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 (fucking) winning cheque,

or a peck on the cheek from her to you

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

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'!'

The Tittle Tattler, No Need Ta Sail Ya! By Toni Cair

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 projection

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 critica

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 cant call her a cheat, use that as an excuse to knock her from her fee

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 (fucking) winning cheque,

or a peck on the cheek from her to you

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

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