she lies so often
forgets truth is an option
who is she really?
summer or winter
taking cover under her
that young a liar
must be congenital or
am i being harsh?
ps: due credit to my haiku teacher, my 6-year-old niece. thanks diya darling.
psst: and the season bit is missing in 2 of the 3. that’s ok for beginners i guess.
Or on second thoughts, instead of going all intellectual, should I just go up to her cubicle and chant one of the below inanities
Liar, liar lipstick, born on a broomstick
broomstick broke, liar got a poke