Have you seen a man with a jabbering tongue?
Nay, you have not seen him so long,
Well,I would give a wordy glimpse of him in my song.
Call him what you will,
I prefer to name him Bill,
As it is easy to fill
Bill, talks incessantly in bits and pieces,
I prefer to term it broken releases,
As in them expression ceases.
Bill speaks about God and philosophy
I prefer to dub it as a torturing apostrophe,
As they tend to initiate a brain catastrophe.
Bill rallies about sports too,
I prefer to seal it as a bore too,
As it carries no activity too.
Bill rakes slanders often,
I prefer to check it in tens,
As it spreads ignominy in ton.
Bill is nosy about his kith and kin,
I prefer to draft him as an empty din.
As his prying could be thrown into a trash bin.
Lastly, Bill forgets about himself,
I prefer to attribute it to his bare upper shelf,
As he appears like a spineless man to myself.