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
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
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
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