The debate about rap music and video games trundles on, even though the murder rate has tumbled nationwide and many of those frightening rappers have become middle-aged entrepreneurs.
" Hold your tongue, you disrespectful old bird! " cried Polly, tumbling off the chair with a bounce, and running to peck the 'rattlepated' boy, who was shaking with laughter at the last speech.
Not because I think of him as some sort of blowhard, a gas bag, a windbag, someone who's full of hot air - that I couldn't possibly say - but because of his name: Donald Trump.
I get along pretty well with most of them. It seems there are always a few rotten apples in the bunch, though. Like Margaret. I don't know why management hasn't fired her yet. She's a terrible gossip.