A friend of mine believed

            The road to riches lay

            In telling people things about themselves

            They didn’t know

 

            He soon discovered too much truth

            Proved indigestible

            So he adjusted his approach

            To spin tall tales

            Just temporarily, of course,

            As bait

 

            But they were hard to swallow

            And as sure a means

            To land him in the soup

 

            It took a while to ascertain

            A half-baked version

            Took the cake

 

            And happily ever since

            No-one has questioned his

            Voracity