By Jim Hagarty
I know a woman
Who is so good at lying
She prefers it to telling the truth.
If you try to learn
The facts from this person
You will see she is very uncouth.
She learned long ago
From some misguided soul
That the easiest path is to lie.
And now if some truth
Were to slip through her lips.
She’s liable to lie down and die.
I really don’t know
If I hate her or love her,
For all of her dishonest ways.
But in my long life
I never met anyone
Who lied so well to my face.
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Author: Jim Hagarty
I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.
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