He told me he was not home when I arrived
Though he met me there himself,
I must confess I was forced to agree
As he convinced me he was somewhere else.
He told me he was not home when I arrived
Yet it was he that invited me in,
As I mulled over the matter I asked myself,
“Am I the fool here or is it him?”
He told he was not home when I arrived
And this he told me to my face,
I looked in his eyes to see if he was joking
But to be honest I could not see a trace.
He told me he was not home when I arrived
And this he said for the fourth time,
If not a fool then I must have been mad
For I felt as though I had lost my mind.
Stewart Russell © March 17, 2021
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