The Tale Of Gossip Baby Boy

This is for my close family friend, whose life is about gossiping and lies to get some attention.  So finally he got 5 minutes of my life. Instead of your name, I will call you Gary. But this poem will tell you what we all think about you. All your life you have tried to get attention of others by being an absolute victim and spreading lies between family. And that's the reason that you were rejected oftentimes by my family.  Grow up now and earn some respect 🙏. Enjoy my poem specially written for you. 

There once was a lad named Gary,  

Born a boy, but oh so contrary!  

With a flair for the gossip, a twist of his tongue,  

His tales spun like webs, oh how they were flung.  

He’d whisper sweet nothings, oh what a delight,  

To the elders who’d laugh, “Oh, Gary, you’re bright!”  

But beneath all the laughter, a shadow did creep,  

For envy was brewing where secrets would seep.  

“Did you hear about Nad? She’s up to no good!  

I swear she’s been plotting just like I knew she would!”  

With a wink and a nudge, he’d stir up the pot,  

While all the family members would chuckle, he’d plot and he’d plot.  

Oh, Gary, dear Gary, with your stories so grand,  

You’d spin tales of woe with a flick of your hand.  

But behind all the laughter, the truth was quite clear,  

Your childhood insecurities has injured your soul to take revenge,

Your soul has been changed to a victimized woman who is burning continuously,

Your jealous heart thrived on the chaos and fear.  

You’d sabotage bonds with a sly little grin,  

“Just a friendly suggestion! Where to begin?”  

But the laughter faded, and the family have seen you my darling,

That the more they indulged, the more you’d decree.  

In the game of destruction, you played quite a part,  

Yet deep down inside, you were falling apart.  

With each tale you spun, a new bridge you’d burn,  

But still, you would giggle, “Oh, when will I learn?”  

So here’s to dear Gary, the king of deceit,  

With a heart full of envy, he dances on feet.  

For in the end, darling, you’ll find it’s quite true,  The stories you tell will come back just for you.