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A truth or a lie he once said to me
When I told him that I had cracked my knee
I told him the lie thinking it was more fun
Funnily enough this is how the poem was begun

I told him it was summer when I ran on the grass
My own feet tripped me up, such a pain in the ass!
My knee broke off and laughed so hard
It fell into the road and broke apart!
You see that knee never liked me
Because I used to poke it, itch it, cover it you see
So it wanted revenge and so ran away
So I couldn't walk properly, that was the price I would pay.

He laughed when I told him the lie so unrealistic
He laughed on the floor and called me a dipstick
Then his knee fell off and laughed at him
We both stared in silence, but I started to grin.
His knee ran away never to be seen again
And I laughed so hard it hurt my brain!
He was still shocked and frozen in time you see
As we found out my lie was a truth indeed!