He muttered and chattered,
He just wouldn’t stop.
He waffled and blathered,
Quite over the top.
He drivelled and babbled,
Tomfoolery talked.
In twaddle he dabbled,
And that’s when I baulked.
I looked all around,
For the source of this drone,
And that’s when I found
I was all on my own.
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