Chatter

’Tis a relief and a gift

for a novice like me

to fall from favor so easily.

Where I cannot compete with

sharp tongues and wit

I’ll take my leave

A nice corner I’ll sit.

It’s all for the best,

I’ve not parried enough

to feign and twist or

Bluff off the cuff.

I’ll concede to lay down

this weighty sabre

forthwith,

and retire my bid

for admiration

with this;

It’s much too much

for one of

confidences so lean

to be a witty nitwit

when the chatter

turns mean.

S Lynn Knight 2016