The French we know they have it
they call it repartee
the English they converse at length
the craic to you and me
It’s the sweetest of ingredients
round a table decked with ham
aye sweeter if it’s possible
than Nigella’s breast- of lamb
And when old and young men gather
and women are let in
there is no music finer
than the hubbub and the din
Of wanton careless chatter
or profound philosophy
there’s nought to beat a natter
or a yarn or two,or three
It’s the heartbeat of the country
the lifeblood of the town
it even makes the city wheels
keep on going round
Go on and get it off your chest
or bare your very soul
a little chat will banish stress
and repair your spirit, whole.
beatriceanddante 