A Fertile Liar

A biographical rhyme.

Traversing the path leading to the left;

Left I merged and to the man I met,

Struck dumb by appearance, my fate was set

 

Away, left, he spoke of a child sired.

Each word spoke proved him a liar.

Yet I continued as the number climbed higher.

 

Day by day his number grew;

One baby, one child, he never knew;

Even more came as I neared the truth.

 

Add one more wife and baby three

Four babies, counting the one in me.

He is quite a fertile liar, anyone can see.