The recipe for love was spoiled.

While honesty was

always the best policy,

knowing the truth

could be harmful 

to your health.

Where love could be 

found to remain sweet, 

in the end 

sour lies hidden

where sugar remains coated.

In sing a song of sixpence

there was a pocket full of lies

and four and twenty blackbirds

did not fit into a pie.

The game was up,

the plan unstuck,

the cook no more.