There once was a group of chatters who came to talk, and laugh, and speak of what mattered,

To each other they did chat, and even had spats, but never forgetting like family we were,

We hugged, made up and gritted our teeth, and while speaking our minds we never meant grief,

To instill on our chatmate friends we would never, be cruel or mean or flippantly say WHATEVER. 

Like siblings we quarrel and might say things in jest, meaning the best, but hurting the worst, because we forget words are said but not *heard*. 

We need to recall we are friends above all, and not be so fast to judge,

To accept one another as we would a brother, embracing the good and the bad

To be thankful they aren't cloned or even a twin, cause look at the mess we would THEN be in!!!!!!!   (I never professed to be a REAL poet!!!!! hahahahahaha)