CRYING WOLF
Ned always was a liar.
A teller of tall tales.
When his lips were moving,
Lies dropped out like hail.
And everybody knew it.
And so the doctor scoffed,
When Ned came in and told him,
“My death is three days off.”
Ned died just two days later.
They buried him real quick.
Ned’s tombstone bore his only truth:
“I told you I was sick.”
