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His Own Petard
 


He fabricates the strangest tales
to justify his every action.
I knew they'd one day catch him up
...it would give me satisfaction.

Five months I waited for the day
he'd hoist on his own petard;
one can't go through life lying,
showing others no regard.

Last night he returned from 'bible college' (?)
sporting a huge black eye.
I knew his invented explanation
would just be a massive lie.

To make matters worse
(and it's pretty bad),
he refused a urine test.
Do you reckon we might have realised?
Do you reckon we might have guessed?

He was kidnapped, you know
(by gangsters),
and bundled into a car,
blindfolded(of course), and handcuffed
but they didn't take him far.

They taunted him about everything
and bashed him around the head.
Must have been one of those mornings
when he ought to have stayed in bed.

Tripped on his imagination colourful,
he'll be packing his bags to leave.
But he'll think of a new escape route,
with all new tricks under his sleeve.

By cherryk

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