I tell the truth just as I tell a lie

My mistress’ eye is like a currant bun

Though she has problems,she gets drunkon  wine

Her bosom  bared is bold out in the sun.

I hope that what his hers is also mine

My mistress eye does glow as it’s now glass

She lost her marbles playing with a fox

She’s good at letting errors whistle past

And mending fuses in that little box.

My mistress dear I gaze upon that breast.

I see her skin is warm for she does sweat.

Yes I have lusted and I have confessed

But now I feel my heart in concrete’s set.

In truth,I am as fickle as a fly

I tell the truth  just as I tell a lie.

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