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:
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.
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
sorry that's staying not staing :)
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
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!
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
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