If I were a witch; I'd cast a spell,
And put an end to lies men tell.
I wouldn't enchant their facial nose,
But the place from where semen flows.
I'd raise my wand, purse my lips,
And call the World to witness this,
*"When men lie without a flinch
Their penis shall shorten by an inch
And if they try to spin a tale
Their organ shall, decrease in scale
And if they raise a deceitful stink
Lo and behold, their dick will shrink
Every time they make up lies
Their penis will contract in size"*
Making a molehill out of a mountain,
Will affect their natural fountain.
And planet Venus in the sky will look bigger than the Penis in their fly.
They will have to altogether give up lying if they don’t want their manhood dying