In just four short lines, the poem catches a familiar scene: coworkers lingering at the office once the workday is over, talking about other people. The title, "Gossip," tells us what kind of talk it is, and the poem turns that talk into sound and image.
The word "din" gives us the noise right away, a clatter of voices that feels bigger than the small room. Then comes a playful twist. "A great chin" sounds like "a great chat," so the poem winks at the way people use their chins and mouths to keep a conversation going. The final image, "half a dozen tongues," shrinks the group of people into body parts, as if the gossipers are only wagging mouths.
The speaker seems amused rather than angry. There's a light, slightly mocking tone, as though they're watching from the edge of the crowd. The mood is lively, noisy, and a little comic, with a hint of judgment underneath.