Sweet Little Lies

Like popcorn firing in my brain A lie was born - I can't explain My tongue spun out a syrup web A viscous tide that did not ebb Sugar sweet and tenderised From between my teeth, emerged my lies My lips complied, and did not fail To add some honey to the tale Like nectar of the gods, I fear It trickled into your kind ear Far too quickly, far too keen They left me feeling sick and mean Like popcorn firing in my brain A lie was born - I can't explain