Prattle and Witter

Prattle And Witter Midst rumours and rustlings And hastily scribbled notes, Upheavals and bustlings And endless clichéd quotes. Out of the chaos, surprisingly calm, Arrogant yet sweetly coy, With an air of flamboyant charm Emerges a sequined boy. He smiles like a lady, Proper, graceful and defined, In a corner, quite shady, With beauty on her mind. And the gossip of fishwives In their aprons and strings, Who scupper people's lives With unmentionable things. A dame or a man? And "well I never's" bigots call, But she listens when he can With an ear to the wall. Like a lady, discreet, Where no utterable sound Cannot sweep her off his feet Nor knock him to the ground. A nod, a wink, and a blatant stare, A tut, gesture and a frown, He glides oblivious, unaware She's the infamous talk of the town. And of love, she is unsure If to kiss him or to tell His unsuspecting procure That he's not really a girl. For when the lights grow dim And the audiences fade, His nakedness will shine grim In the reflection of a blade. In time the prattle and witter Like stone hearts will destroy The now lacklustre glitter Of someone's innocent boy.