The Boy, the Liar

Liars, untrustworthy people

A wolf, has eaten a sheep whole

A lie can turn to truth

But truth can always be sold

Mischief, a boy's routine

A sheep, eaten like poutine

A village never believes the boy

The truth, had became void

The truth, sold to the boy

A lie, in the village it lingered

A regret, a ghost had returned

Waiting for its delicious dinner

Evidence, it became invisible

The boy had no camera

The sheep became irrisitible

Flocks, turned into red grass

A phone, a common tool

In the story, it was never used

So the evidence, remained silent

As the wolf released its violence