The spoil she is
calls now and then
spills out the beans
that be not true
spreads a tale so fast
flames up like a fire
with a hurt and a pain
wantonly done
a woman, not of good heart
very sly and treacherous
likes not anyone to live happily
that has been her attitude
pokes her nose through any minute hole
understands not the talk primarily
with a pinch and a dig she accumulates
turns and events not too coherent
a result of her imagination
a dare devil in the scene
could not keep her tongue well inside
pushes it out when not needed
swaps the news with a link
that is ultimately a wrong conclude
within a wink, goes with her mission
a real disaster to herself
and to all at large.
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