It Wasn’t a Lie It wasn’t a lie when I said That I’d be pleased to recite my Work at the local poetry reading. I thought it a great opportunity To spend some time with her, Although we both had others, And it would be no more than A pleasant, enjoyable evening Of laughing and drinking and Spouting our words of wisdom Though some of it be mundane, Meaningless, garbled trash that A few were afraid others might Steal and claim as their own. Hence twice a fool thieving Another fool’s foolishness. I just enjoy her company, Her ready wit, and creative, Open, free verse writing style. My weakness: beauty and brains. So, it wasn’t a lie when I said That I’d be pleased to recite my Work…just that I didn’t have any. As the poetry reading was set for the next night, in dire desperation, I wrote my first poems that day.