Mark I. Kirkmeyer

JABBER JAWS ~ MAJOR COW PIE

His mouth runs constantly
Saying nothing but constantly running
I’m this, I’m that, my pie don’t stink
Don’t know what he really did
But he runs his mouth
It becomes a drone that never ends
Blah, Blah, Blah, Blahblah, Blah
Every time his voice is heard
My back arches, hair on end
I’ll be okay; it’s only a few days
I won’t break his jaw
To shut him up!