These limericks

These limericks I write for clicks

That‘s all there‘ll ever be to it

And when I write, I never think

I often do this off the drink

I train myself to live a lie

And sing and dance it too

But to come up with a living lie

That‘s hard for me and you

And if ever I could be the one

Who learns to spell the truth

I would still prefer to sing a song

And leave your eyes to choose

If this fact be fake

Or fairies true

Or santa here

is up to you