The feckless travelling salesmen, received a beating sound
For gods sake they seem to be, jumping as if for joy
But careless public speakers, take the icing on the cake
For skirting around the issues, those more fair simply employ.
There to clean up the mess, but nursing not their wounds
Struggling to keep their heads up, for it's their final song
The skein takes flight unwinding, as they are prone to do
And the value of silence resounds in their ears, hanging on so long.
Could be another option for, the rude whistleblowing
As even the gossipy old biddies may, open with a kiss
Then slowly but finally a winner of, some simple sign of peace
For a family that plays together, what would comes from this?