Gossip

Gina likes to gossip.

She talks about us all.

She told me Sam wears heels

To make herself seem tall.

She told me Lisa lies,

And Johnny has a crush,

And Harry’s hair is frizzy

‘Cause he doesn’t own a brush.

She told me Tina talks

About everyone in class,

And that Barry picks his boogers 

And wipes them on his hat,

And Sally’s bad with secrets,

And Wendy’s always wrong,

And Frank contracted warts

On the day he kissed a frog.

“Well, I heard you like to gossip,”

I told Gina, loud and clear.

Gina said, “You can’t believe 

Everything you hear.”