Why women talk a lot.
My husband complains that I talk a lot
Actually, that I talk all the time,
I talk over TV programmes and films
I can’t help it, I like my voice, it is mine
Now I feel for all this talking
That there is indeed a reason,
And it is not to do with moonlight,
Tides, stars or season.
The female species is a clever thing,
And we use our mouths to vocalise our intellect
Now for my humble husband who keeps his hidden,
This is something he will never get.
You see, when I point out the obvious
I am checking that my husband has seen it too
He grumbles and grunts that he has
When I know he really hasn’t a clue.
Now the good old telephone is the worst offender,
Five minute phone calls, turn to hours
And with exciting mobile technology,
I can have chats on toilets, in baths or even showers
But alas, for all this talking, I must admit
There is just one person to blame,
And that is my dearest mother,
For she is exactly the same.
Written by Lee Sterrey
March 2010
Updated October 2016
“We will get through life and we will win”