the dilemma of telling the truth or to lie.
Sailing the waters between truth and a lie
can be confusing, to say the least. I’ve
chosen to take a humorous look.
Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United
May 13, 2020
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It’s hard to teach our children
The concept of a lie
How sometimes untruth is necessary
Just to protect the other guy
If you dye your hair purple, for example
And it’s my impression you seek
You’ll get what I call a little untruth
I’ll just say “It’s sure unique”.
But if you bought the piecrust
And “it’s home made”, you say
That’s a bold-faced lie, my friend
And that is not okay.
Fake pie crust and purple hair ... love the combo. No lie.
ReplyDeleteThere are only a few people I know who are capable of excellent home-made pie crusts. One of my BFFs and my husband are such magical creatures. I must be honest and confess I am not. :D
ReplyDeleteOr there was the piecrust that my great-grandmother made many years ago. I was sawing away at it and blurted out: "This is tough as shoe leather!" Fortunately, Grandma was nearly deaf, but my mother, who was sitting at my side at the table, nearly killed me!
ReplyDeleteNice Bev
ReplyDeleteHappy Wednesday
Much💙love
Such wisdom in this one, Beverly!💘 It's certainly difficult to teach children the concept of a lie.
ReplyDeletepurple hair and pie...sounds like an unusual combo that created a delightful poem
ReplyDeleteNicely distinguished!
ReplyDeleteI ain't lyin: Gooooood!!
ReplyDeleteI really liked this, Beverly. Once we took my mom and dad to Oregon to see my step-grandmother. On the way home we stopped ot my mother's birth town, Presho, South Dakota. It was a dinky little town that Mom hadn't been to since as a first grader had moved to Nebraska, there weren't any memories for her there but the satisfaction of the visit was worth the stop.
ReplyDeleteWhen we got back to the Freeway entrance, there was this small café where we decided to stop. A sign in the window said "Home Baked Pie" and we all wanted pie and coffee. I chose apple and asked the waitress if every one of the help made pies before coming to work (home baked). She said they were Mrs. Smith pies and everyone "baked" several to take to the café.
On my sweet lies poem, I had debated to open it in a surrounding of "Sweet Nothings" but decided against that. I may rework it for later and give this a try. Thank you for your kind comment.
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I agree that It’s hard to teach children the concept of a lie. While they are toddlers, they don’t really tell lies, but suddenly they start saying things like “it wasn’t me”. Lying to be kind is a tricky one. Here’s a coincidence, Bev: lies in Cockney rhyming slang are ‘pork pies’!
ReplyDeleteA subtle distinction but a distinction still, between truth and untruth. One well-received, and one not received well.
ReplyDeleteThis made me smile. :)
ReplyDeleteyour poem here made me chuckle to myself. yup, never lie to a grandma or mama about food. nice write indeed.
ReplyDeleteNever take credit for baking if you did not is my rule.
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