Saturday March 31st, 2012

The exercise:

A four line poem about: white lies.

It's Kat's birthday today, and I managed to pull off a little surprise party for her. I'd outline all of the careful omissions and lies I had to tell in order to do it, but I've honestly lost track of them all at this point.

Mine:

For all my deceit
I must apologize,
But it was needed
For this birthday surprise.

6 Comments:

Greg said...

Happy Birthday Kat!
And well done on the surprise party, Marc! It's never easy to organise one. The poem sums everything up rather neatly, I think.

White lies
White lies,
But told by a black heart,
Were still enough
To tear my family apart.

writebite said...

black, white, pink or blie
a lie is a lie when told to you
does it help or does it hurt
let sleeping dogs lie by staing mute

writebite said...

sorry that's staying not staing :)

Krystin Scott said...

I think that's really sweet Marc.

Greg, Yup It sure does!

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No, it wasn’t really a lie
It was more like an omission
But my attempts at being sly
Have put me in a precarious position

Grondzilla said...

Our Birthday get together today required no subterfuge but the eight hours I spent in or damned near the kitchen have just about crushed me into paste. Time for bed.

White lies and black arts,
Cunning tales and furtive darts.
If I knew now, what I knew then,
What I did then, I'd do again!

Marc said...

Greg - great poem!

Writebite - liked the way you worked with the color theme.

Krystin - hah, love your poem. Tells a story in just four lines.

GZ - haha, fantastic final two lines :D