An extremely talkative person, he was. <br />He was! He was! He was! <br />He talked about this, and he talked about that. <br />He talked about anything he could thunk of.. <br />Even that funny old hat. <br />Garrulous and fat, he was. <br />He talked about this, and he talked about that. <br />While riding on his bicycle home. <br />He found a baby cat. <br />A kitten it was, so pretty and nice. <br />Now, it was time to roll the dice. <br />He talked about this, and he talked about that. <br />He talked about anything he could think of.. <br />Even that funny ten foot wall. <br />Now, he had time to make a call. <br />From the telephone, he made his call. <br />He talked so much, it made him fall. <br />Now, a doctor it was, he needed to call.. <br />Because he talked about this, and he talked about that.. <br />An extremely talkative person, he was.. <br />He was! He was! He was! <br /> <br />Chatterbox-Poem-By Kim Robin Edwards <br />Copyright 2005,2009.. <br />ALL rights reserved..<br /><br />Kim Robin Edwards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-chatterbox-2/
