It carried like
A whisper in the breeze
I watched it float delicately
As it rose above my head
And landed at my feet
This little secrect
That we were all to keep
But which got whispered
From mouth to mouth
Silently but not silent enough
It moved back and forth
Depending on the direction
That the gossips' ship set sail
Soon everyone had more
Than a gentle inkling of the tale
Brandy's sister was seeing
Whiskey's elder brother
But she did it under cover
All was well until Bacardi
An admirer started the whisper
Gossips ensured that the breeze
Covered the town and news spread
With the speed of light until
Old Monk appeared on the scene
To deflect the whisperers' attent
Sandra Martyres
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