Tongues tied up in knots
Words congealed, curdled
Thoughts reined in jerkily
Scattered helter-skelter
Faces turned beetroot red
And both eyes opened wide as
Eyebrows became semi circles
And the mouths formed a perfect O

The subject of the hot gossip came in
And stood vis a vis with all the crowd
Unawares of having provided rich fodder
For all to chew over, ruminate and opine
As they wondered over his new found spine
His change of personality and the smooth line
His new clothes and gifts of flowers and wine
To his beloved who’d spurned him time after time!
The adoration of his heart had been to her only as the perfume of a wild flower, which she had carelessly crushed with her foot in passing.
– – – – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


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