Talking of others was her pastime
getting into details was her life time
elaborating with exaggeration in no time
she made up stories of all time.
She was lady of no 
rank.
Seeing her would tank
the heart of many to a blank,
Yet she carried on with a crank.
Advancing in age she went about the same
not bothered about her diminishing fame
You would say does she have a name?
I say it is her habit nothing to blame.
Meenas Poems 