When Nathan asked 'why can't I lie', <br />his mother, who was baking pie <br />explained that following her lead <br />would get to Heaven him indeed. <br /> <br />'So does this mean, then, mother dear <br />that those small ears did never hear <br />a fib come out of you, not ever? <br />I reckon that this is just clever <br />and compromise diplomacy. <br /> <br />I ask myself, how can it be <br />that you would never need to lie', <br />he said, and nibbbled from the pie. <br />'As surely as the horse thieves hung <br />you'll grow a pimple on your tongue, <br /> <br />so let us make this matter simple <br />and open wide, search for the pimple..' <br />But mother who would never lie <br />now concentrated on her pie. <br />She kept her ruby-purple lips <br />closed tightly to keep in those fibs.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lies-10/
