TWO GOSSIPS by Harry ("Breaker") Morant

One fox-faced virgin, word for word,
Repeats each sland'rous thing she's heard,
And sourly smiles as scandal slips
With gusto from her thin white lips.

She's bad enough! but list a minute. Beside her mate she isn't in it. This latter lady, 'pon my word, Repeats things . . . . she has never heard.

First published in The Bulletin, 8 Jannuary 1898.

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