To side as friend or foe,
Miss Judgington doesn’t know
Such is glib tongue’s idle chime!
Eyes, nose and ears work for chatter,
Pay mind to detect
Judging above all these curiosities’ cries.
Oh wait, did miss just choked on the fire she spat?
Oh no, the ice froze without the cold in a foreign act?
Miss Judgington often thought she could escape rotten bands of mice.
Some days, Miss Judgington regretted evil pantomimes
Therefore needing to heed her neighbours’ sound advice.
But what would Miss Judgington do, oh hey!
Boredom tickling her pettiness,
Quick darting lips she relies
Toasting her a limelight,
Capricious society enjoying
The missy’s every pry and nuzzle
In unpacking telling privacies and lies
Joining her dance to meddler-medleys.
- Vander
Disclaimer: All poetry and fiction here are original material written by Vander (my writing name). Please note that all text references, descriptions and indications are purely fictional (make-believe if you didn’t know what fiction is!) and is in no relation to any actual entities).
