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Dorothy Costello

I Talk Too Much

I know, sometimes, I talk too much, but I was born that way,
But now and then, I will let others have their say.
If I didn't talk at all, you might think I am sore,
But its quite O. K. with me if others have the floor

At least, I'm not as bad as some people that I know
They'll tell you every pain they had forty years ago.
I really don't gossip, and I surely don't whine
Or complain about hubby- I'm glad that he's mine

I try to remember-to think every day
That I should keep still if I've nothing to say.
But tell me the truth now, did you ever know
A man or a woman who could behave so?
So, please forgive me if I ever do--
Talk too much- I'm just like you.
Admit it now, you know it's true

Really now, I must be dense
To write so much of this nonsense
I guess I do it for a laugh,
But I'm afraid you'll think I'm daft
I'm not TOO dumb, in fact, I'm smart
And I knew it from the start
That while I'm doing this, you see,
Pop might clean the house for me.