Liar, liar

Day 16: A Ten-Line Poem Made up of Lies

This prompt reminds me of an assignment I had in the fourth grade to write a tall tale, literally and figuratively. Mine was almost as tall as me!

Say What You Mean

She literally almost died
when he said “I hate to break it to you,
but I’m not gonna lie.
All I know is
it’s not you; it’s me.”
She responded, “Sorry to interrupt,
don’t mean to be mean,
but in the nicest way possible,
I guarantee I probably
could care less.”