MRS.BORE

A FUNNY POEM BY ME

Once I had an unexpected guest.
My patience went through a severe test.
She kept on chatting for hours together.
Her loose talk seemed to go on forever.

Within my heart, I nicknamed her Mrs.Bore.
She would make an insomniac snore.
She didn’t even give me a chance to open my mouth.
It’s a good thing that I didn’t utter words uncouth.

This wonder woman kept on rambling for two hours.
How did she possess such tremendous powers?
I merely looked at her and gave a feeble smile.
I tried in vain to catch her attention for a while.

I sought an excuse to prepare tea.
However, she didn’t let go of me.
She wore a pink saree and had heavily oiled her hair.
She had bathed in talcum powder though she was very fair.

She had applied kohl in her eyes that made her look like a ghost.
With gaps in her teeth, she reminded me of The Addams Family at the most.
I tried to give her a hint to leave.
Unfortunately for me, there was no reprieve.

I am sure the lady was good at heart.
I wish she would give her listeners a chance to speak for a start.
It was my exam time, and so I lost my cool.
I composed this poem in my fury. Now I feel like a fool.

I went through this ordeal a few years ago. One day my mom and I visited her. She started her running commentary and didn’t give anyone a chance to speak. Her husband was also present, but he remained a mute spectator to a one-sided conversation. It seems he was compensating for his chatterbox of a wife. You must be wondering why I had written such a poem. It’s not just a poem but my sheer frustration because I had an important test the next day and I was busy studying for it. This lady chewed my brain in spite of my telling her about the exam and that my mom wasn’t available for chatting. Otherwise, I bear no grudge against her.

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