‘What becomes of liars?’
I ask my mother one afternoon.
‘Why, they burn in Hell
For all to smell!’
She replies in a sing-song tune.

‘What becomes of liars?’
I ask my father the following day.
‘They deserve a punishment worse than death,’
He says, to my dismay.

‘What becomes of liars?’
I ask my sibling that same eve.
‘Nothing so long as they’ ( Read more... )