Bill T. Wallace

Dallas, TX, USA

Bill has lived in Texas for nearly fifty years, and attended Stephan F. Austin College. He's had many professions, but spent the last twenty-five years of his business career as the President of an Independent Oil Company in Dallas. One of his Christmas songs was recorded on Joe Williams Christmas album called "That Holiday Feelin." the name of this song was "Christmas Rainbows." Joe sang it in December of 1991 for President and Mrs. Bush at The White House, during the Christmas tree lighting ceremony. Bill's been a cook, a musician, a piano tuner, and finally an oil executive.

The Town Gossip

Most small towns are big let downs,
where life can be a bore.
The beloved alcove, is the pot bellied stove,
in Uncle Ben's General Store.

Our little town, has a female clown,
that spins her tales like a rattler.
She mingles her prose, with the scent of a rose,
for the ear that will hear, as she tattles.

A gossip she is, and a gossip she'll stay,
She conceives and then weaves all her lies.
And the blarney she brays, she dispenses in ways,
that might muddle the minds of the wise.

Ruthie's her name, and gossip's her game,
and she does it with grace and finesse.
She thinks, "Why tell the truth, it so very uncouth,
when a story of mine makes 'em guess?"

Ruth can begin with the truth of the day,
and embellish it up to the sky.
She knows how to tell, her way into hell,
and she'll doubtless be down there someday.

There are many that say that Ruthie's a stray,
from Salem, that witch town unique.
That she's been endowed, by some sorceress should,
with technique of freakish mystique.

It's really been kind of a ball,
to spectate this champion of all.
To watch as she weaves, and nimbly deceives
those hicks, that she'll likely keelhaul.

Now Ruthie's a gossip in Dame,
and the champion at playin that game.
She can take some mere chatter,
though she's mad as a hatter,
and convert it ot narrative fame.

Haven't seen her in years, but I'll bet all the fears,
of her witchery live to this day.
In that hayseedy town, the home of the clown,
where the truth's not in Ruth's resume.

If fate should deal you a witchmate like Ruth,
a classy, poetic, articulate Sooth.
A mystic madame, an unholy ham,
that would rather tell lies, than the truth.

There's only one way, to discern when she's lyin',
cause at lyin', she's really a whiz.
Be alert, be aware, and her secret you'll share,
when her mouth is a-movin', she is.