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Lunching today with the chatterboxes

They flick and toss their floxy loxes

They are as loud as thunder for all to hear

Swaying their pitter patter from my ear to ear



One feeds her child and doesn’t draw breath

He beckons “THAT’S ENOUGH” to a mum who is deaf

For her babbling banter is her only care

In between her munches on our heavenly fare



Another sits back. The boss of the bunch

Choosing each syllable, delivered with a punch

For the cost will be hers and all respect too

She will let them all know that she owns this few



Up goes a cheer, followed by blooms

The youngest and the fairest, the floor she assumes

Her delivery is pointed and her manner exiting

Like the fisherman’s baited hook, she has the whole room biting



And finally in the corner. Quiet content RED

She has captured her percentage of what has been said

She allows the boss to rule her only to the extent of her need

It is the ones like this that bring harmony to the breed



Lunch is at a close

The chatterboxes have dissipated

I look forward to tomorrow

What lunch should be anticipated

For this meal was but a game

And I, the anonymous receiver

Tomorrow’s feast may be

With the quiet achiever