THE PATRON SAINT OF LIARS

She is adroit with all the daisy-like
simplicities: Your hair looks nice,
I like your dress, What a bonny babe.

She is beatific as she strews the petals
of You’re looking well, How clever!
It’s no trouble and My pleasure.

But canonise her for the scented
bouquets of It doesn’t hurt, I slept quite
well and Everything will be all right.