It’s not my fault
That she won’t stop
My side of the family has never been a
My papa says nary a word.
My mama can hardly be called
It is your relations who are incessantly
With them one cannot get a word in sideways.
A dinner lasts three weeks.
A quarrel, half a century.
So do not come to me
About Junior’s wordiness.
“You should listen to yourself,” you say?
Shifting blame is something
Your whole family does
Pretty much endlessly.
For Sammi’s Weekened Writing Prompt of: Loquacious in 88 words
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