The Chatterbox Wife Who Won’t Shut Up
Joe need a pill his heads banging

The Chatterbox Wife Who Won’t Shut Up
Oh, Maggie’s mouth’s a motor car,
It vrooms and zooms both near and far.
From sunrise’s peep to midnight’s hush,
Her words just flow, no pause, no blush.
She talks of neighbors, shops, and sales,
Of weather, dogs, and old days tales.
Next door new boyfriend is a odd sight
You listening Joe? Yes luv, Joe, sits tight,
His ears have flown a weary flight.
He rubs his head and rolls his eyes,
Each story’s like a new sunrise.
“Oh Maggie, love, shut up please
A silent minute, just sit with ease
let the air feel quiet, nice and still,
Before my brain rolls down the hill!”
She giggles, scoffs, then starts again,
Another tale — poor Joe looks slain.
And so he sighs, accepts his fate,
The chatterbox wife runs till very late.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️


Comments (3)
I know people like that who are chatterboxes! Good work!
I used to work with someone like this. Thanks for the memory. Good job.
I really enjoyed the rhythm and humor in this piece! The way you captured the relentless energy of the chatterbox wife was both amusing and a bit terrifying—almost like a poetic descent into madness. The repetition added to the feeling of being trapped in an endless loop of words, which made the experience all the more immersive. Well done!