At times I have to tell a tale,
Some call it just a lie.
But I still say it’s just a tale,
And that I won’t deny.
They say that lies come in two colors,
Some are white or black.
Now I prefer to think that tales
Are gray, and that’s a fact.
I tell a tale, the truth I hold,
Your feelings I must spare.
I cannot be so rude to you,
Because I really care.
You ask me if I think your boy
Is cute as he can be.
I tell a tale, and say, “He is,”
And watch you jump for glee.
You ask me how I like your hair,
GROSS just comes to mind.
A tale I tell, a big one too,
And say, “It looks just fine.”
You tell me that you’ve learned to bake
A brand new recipe.
I take a bite, it’s no delight;
I’m dying can’t you see.
It’s then you ask me what I think,
I tell you that it’s great.
Another tale I’ve told, but wish
I could regurgitate.
We drive to see your brand new house
You know that I’ll admire.
I take one look, and then I’m sure
I’d set the thing afire.
I cannot always tell the truth,
A tale I must decree;
For if I told you how I felt-
Friends we’d never be.
By – Ray Thigpen