For the Love of God, Shut Up! - A Quadrille

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dVerse #229

Just pen us a poem of precisely 44 words, not counting the title, and using some form of the word jabber.

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Stop your jabbering,
chattering drivel.
When in public 
you must speak civil. 

You run off at the mouth,
babble and yak.
You sound like a duck
the way you quack.

You mummer and mutter
all the day.
Stop the yapping,
you’ve nothing to say!

©2025 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved   

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Comments

  1. brudbergAugust 11, 2025 at 12:10 PM

    I know the kind.... alas they have become more and more common, while the rest of us grow silent.

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  2. AJAugust 11, 2025 at 12:15 PM

    This made me laugh 😃

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  3. Kathy Labrum McVittieAugust 11, 2025 at 12:30 PM

    Short and snappy! Deliciously done.

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  4. JadeLiAugust 11, 2025 at 12:31 PM

    Public jabbering is the grease for the wheels of social networking -- no matter how duck like it is.

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