Tell All The Truth But Tell It Slant Poem by James McLain

But do to be all the truth.
Or more to be success to tell a child a lie.
The circus of the circuit court it tilts.
And to simple that is because.

The joy where we are weak and love is bright.
Truth is the first electric vibrator.
It worked just once surprised the wife.

Whose is splendid now and truth be known.
Your lips are full your neck is straight and narrow.
Emily could but wish those ape half wits.
Any type of explanation and the truth it sits.

Whereupon,
thereof she comes forthwith.
Lips that spread the truth becomes her, easy.
If it the lie does not increase grows gradually.
Glaringly,
it is to all the people it is to the eye blind folded.