Wishful Thinking…

Truth or Lies?

I’m Brenda, the pretender,
Just as fit as any flea.
I’m in fully working order
With a recent M.O.T.
I can stay awake and be alert,
Go clubbing all night long.
I suffer no palpitations,
My bladder control is strong.
I’m Brenda, the pretender,
My teeth are all my own.
My waist is oh so slender,
My joints don’t creak or groan.
Do you fancy, Brer Anansi,
With your quick and clever eyes,
That I paint a truthful picture
Or just a pack of lies?