SORTING BUTTONS ANDZIPPING UP UGLY MOUTHSWhat a liar you ...

SORTING BUTTONS AND
ZIPPING UP UGLY MOUTHS

What a liar you are, my dear,
What a liar!
The one you told me
Was such a flier,
I even built a ladder
To the moon!

Oh the moon....
I believe you said,
It was cheese-
Though I now realise
You said what
Would please;
Me being rather partial
To cheddar
And crackers!
But I can't blame
You, now can I?
I wanted to believe
The lie.

This will teach me
To tangle with
A cheesy master
Of propaganda...

Maybe I should
Give it a try?
What's good for
The goose
Must be good
For the gander,
Right?

Alas, I can't do it.
I look people in the eye
I just cannot lie.
I have not that talent
You so define,
Even while coyly
Proclaiming
Yourself quite shy.


Manuela Cardiga