BEASTLY TALES

THE FLIBBERTIGIBBET

A Flibbertigibbet you well may have met,
Without realizing it, I am prepared to bet.
If you were thinking “gossiper”, you are on track,
Reticence, no idle talk. Yes tact they do lack.
A gossiper dearly loves to stupidly prattle,
About anyone and everyone do they tattle.
The sort of person that should “get a life”,
Of their own, without causing others strife.

Gossiping cannot occur on one’s own,
Unless, of course, one is on the telephone.
Usually it is when folk are in a huddle,
With other like minded people who love to muddle.
Perhaps this predilection begins in youth,
At school, where starts so much behaviour uncouth.
There, can develop many exclusive cliques,
Those excluded develop justified piques.
Behaviour inconstant, changeable, fickle.
Placing others in turmoil, yes in a pickle.

Basically people find agreeable only those like-minded.
To others’ qualities, that may exist, they are blinded.
Franklin Gnash was a gossiper brash,
Only a matter of time before he did clash,
With his gossiping victims, the silly clown,
They being justifiably tired of being put down.
When accosted, Franklin saw his plight
But, predictably, remained uncontrite.
I suppose there is much more, about Franklin, we could say,
But it may be construed in a gossiping way.
And since this tale is anti-flibbertigibbet,
Any gossiping inclination we should inhibit.