Found a dreary site, claims of no fame
Nor fortune. Only lines…black and white
Tell a tale, spin a yarn they say…it’s just one day.
Find some falsehood some play.
Lie to me today…they say,
It’s all in good fun, a good show!
But what they don’t know…
Is the game played is all a lye
Lyrically laying foundations of
Betraying…why do I lie?
At some behest, am I the lying pest?
Oh to be true! What wickedness pulled through,
The magicians cape…
It’s almost midnight…and what do I see…nothing
But me…falsely sitting in my falsehood tale,
Weaving a yarn, I live in a barn?
It’s nearly midnight, the post of the day…wither I would,
Post today…in only a short while it is a new day
Oh the lye, and the lie, and my my my…
Mother told me honest people are best…oh to spin a yarn, that terrible test…is the dreary site, really dreary? No…I think it the best!