Rumours

Rumours was what they spread,
There’s a rumour running round my head.

Some I’ll laugh at, some I’ll frown,
Some I’ll cry and some I’ll drown.

Rumours are words that people say,
Rumours never turn out okay.

But rumours are always there,
Spawned from chat and spawned from dare.

Floating round, and round, and round,
Any whisper, any sound.

Could be a rumour out for you,
It could be false but could be true.

I know that some will never end,
Like the one that got my friend.