Trivial, yes, in truth it’s waste of days and time and so,
We babble on, I wonder why, I blink my eye and although
Baby powder’s so much cheaper at the grocer on the corner
Yes, of course, but don’t mind me, I am just a natural yawner.
Tell me won’t you, once again, why the Johnsons got divorced.
Yes, I’ve heard, but carry on, and fill in all details, of course.
Is it true that he’s a pig, a dreadful swine in every way?
I head it all from Charlene Chase, I meet for coffee everyday.
The doctor calls it canker sore, and claims it goes away quite soon
Read directions line by line, and still it’s sore and almost noon.
Margaret had terrific moles, such unsightly little beasts
They’re black and sprouting hairs; she should cover them at least.
Yes, it’s how it comes and goes and clutters up my day
Listening to this and that and everything thing they say.
Such rude and selfish folks they are, hogging all the time,
With their ailments, and complaints, they leave no time for mine.
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