an old wooden fence

I sat on an old wooden fence and got a sliver or two but I was never sure from where they came. Maybe it was when I fell to the left or maybe it was when I fell to the right.  Or maybe it was when I climbed back on that the slivers jabbed me in the behind.

I tried to stay upon the fence but a voice from the right and a voice from the left with words that were filled with cherry pies and promises and lies would knock me off again.

I fell again and got back on that old wooded fence wondering where their honesty had gone.  And then a thought came over me.  They are only after my vote with their lies and cherry pies. 

I needed to climb back upon that old wooden fence again.