The grapevine – such a fertile plant -
Provides news other methods can’t
Sometimes we're quite at a loss
To get our info quick as poss.
Then somewhere down the line it comes
Gossip, scandal, news that stuns.
No friend, or foe if it comes to that,
Will claim ownership of a fact
If it’s scandalous, perhaps not true
Or if it verges on the rather “blue”
So the grapevine, that mysterious stem,
Guards its origins, pro tem.
We can, of course all make a guess
Is someone trying to impress?
Or dishing the dirt to get ahead?
It’s startling how the rumours spread!
Like Chinese whispers, what was said
Perhaps was incorrectly read.
Is the message wrong? That could be it
We’ve got the wrong end of the stick.
So although the grapevine yields good wine
It’s not a vintage every time
The same is true of what we hear
Perhaps we ought to stick to beer!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014