Liar, Liar pants on fire had a come back years ago Liar,

Liar!

Pants are on fire!



(reply)

I don't care,

I don't care!

I can buy another pair!





From the Reagan era

which my daughter heardi

in school



Never head that way but I think the childhood genius

said it with the way things

are.





Anyway Blake explained it this way







It is a paraphrased version of the 1810 poem The Liar by William Blake, reprinted here in full.



Deceiver, dissembler

Your trousers are alight

From what pole or gallows

Shall they dangle in the night?



When I asked of your career

Why did you have to kick my rear

With that stinking lie of thine

Proclaiming that you owned a mine?



When you asked to borrow my stallion

To visit a nearby-moored galleon

How could I ever know that you

Intended only to turn him into glue?



What red devil of mendacity

Grips your soul with such tenacity?

Will one you cruelly shower with lies

Put a pistol ball between your eyes?



What infernal serpent

Has lent you his forked tongue?

From what pit of foul deceit

Are all these whoppers sprung?



Deceiver, dissembler

Your trousers are alight

From what pole or gallows

Do they dangle in the night?



Blake, a romantic known for his colorful use of supernatural and ballistic imagery, pretty much settled the question of whether or not honesty is the best policy with that poem.



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