Sandy Patton is a native Virginian who shares her home with her husband and 2 bossy, outspoken felines. She is a member of Virginia Beach Writers, a weekly critique group, and Hampton Roads Writers. She enjoys reading her work at open mic events. Her poetry has appeared in print at Stories From the Chapel, and in online publications such as gotpoetry.com and A Handful of Stones.
Gossip Girls
By Sandy Patton
Whispering voices, just passing the time
Sarah’s had some work done, don’t you think
Shot full of Botox, she can’t even blink
Sally’s guy’s banging some hot young chick
Back on the Prozac thanks to that little prick
Look, there’s the Johnson’s loser kid Steve
Most likely strung out from boozing and weed
Widow Black just buried number five
Really weird how she can’t keep one alive
That pervert Nick Jones, such a disgrace
Wifey caught him dressing up in her lace
God this line’s slow, what’s taking so long
Great seeing you love, gotta sing this song
Greets Father Mark with her demure grin
“Body of Christ,” he says; she sighs, “Amen”
Feeling so saintly, cleansed of all sin
Same time next Sunday, she’ll do it again