We use to tell lies
Inviting chills of mice
Making sauce of lice
In works of rice
Precious days of laughter
Fun and joy is a slaughter
Affection is on the ladder
Build terrains of so much matter

This lad is fun of tease
Expert in story piece
Season flavors of mist
Ruled by a happy list

Assumed a feel of contentment
As if each moment is of fulfillment
Own vows of friendship’s commitment
Pray would not leave ‘til death’s announcement

Lying is an art; it is never a sin
That was the most important lesson I learned on my basin
From this sweetest friend I’ve ever known from a cute bin
Hoping best of friends will last in graves of tin