What great luck!
I caught the train in the nick of time and snagged the last seat.
I sighed, closed my eyes and dozed off.
Not one minute passed and the woman next to me started yakking.
She gabbed, blabbed and jabbered on.
I would have gladly strangled her but people were all around.
My head started pounding and I felt a migraine coming on.
This blatherskite wouldn’t shut up and I was trapped.
What rotten luck!
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The Elephant's Trunk 