One fox-faced virgin, word for word, <br />Repeats each sland'rous thing she's heard, <br />And sourly smiles as scandal slips <br />With gusto from her thin white lips. <br /> <br />She's bad enough! but list a minute. <br />Beside her mate she isn't in it. <br />This latter lady, 'pon my word, <br />Repeats things . . . . she has never heard. <br /> <br /><br /><br />Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-gossips/
