His hands smarted, the welt deep red
His teacher had wielded the cane till he bled
All for a lie, a half-truth in truth
Chalk it down to the folly of youth
No more lies, he decided then and there
It wasn’t worth it, no, he didn’t dare
Then one fine day, this question came his way
Darling, do I look fat, oh please do say
Alas, poor lad, he paid the price
For CANDOUR with a woman, truth be told is a vice!
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