Caruthers flustered others
\nwith his glib incessant gab.
\nThe worst abuse life could unloose
\nwould be to share a cab.
\nHe’d talk until your ears turned red.
\nyour anvil bled and eardrums missed a beat.
\nHe’d find you in the office, in the loo, the pub
\nor elsewhere on the street.
\nAs words flew by, you’d want to cry,
\nyou’d wish for death’s sweet knell.
\nIf after death he rose above,
\nyou’d definitely opt instead for hell.
\nAnd when his chatter ended,
\nlisteners slumped by its fierce toll,
\nhe’d grab a sleeve, say, "Hey, don’t leave!
\nI’ve just got on a roll."<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"