Thou Shalt Not Lie

Oh joy, please forgive me but I just found my shoe

The sole was in heaven, the laces at Seven-Eleven

It's loss was amusing, the search took repenting

Now my wisdom is missing, I'll have to try Sears

My wife's watching tele, straight Deja View

She has her own theories on how they should slue

Confused in the present, mixes up the past

Can't help but love her, her smile's a blast

I was told in my youth, nonsense was uncouth

But logic is futile when the cats need a bath

The lucky thing is, I can make up a lie

And tell her sincerely “But there's no hair dye”

The fruit's in the oven, the soap's in the fridge

The plates are in the garbage, but not to despair

We can search together for all things amiss

And when we do find them, she's in pure bliss

Oh nuts, now I'm Popeye, I'll have to pretend

That I really love spinach, and have muscles to fend

It's good to be a hero and rescue that mouse

From her cats who do love her (fed ten times a day)