She was always: telling tales, telling lies
About us, but not about hers
Always had to tell everyone
In the whole family: but unfairly
Complaining about her nephew
When her sons crashed their cars
She closed her mouth up tight but
Spilled the beans about another's plight
Said my mum was careless with us kids
Never good enough in her eyes
No wonder mum had had enough
Had to move away: find our own place
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