When I met May ? I thought I would have a friend . But reading between the lines , not a person you can depend . She could not stand her mother  , and always had something to say . A lot about all people , no matter the time of day . With all her heirs and graces , her mouth would never stop . And when she walked her dog each day , our hope for friends would drop . We knew who ever she would meet , from old neighbours or old friends . A comment or a snide remark , she really could pretend . Her compulsive lies believed by all , make her feel on top of the world . But lies are only believed by fools  , and fools are not real friends .