Okay yeah, it may not be Wordsworth, but for something I whipped up in a few minutes, it gets the job done!
Another version of the second stanza:
A slumber did my lying seal;
I pretended that I’d died
They seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of all I denied.
No credibility have I now,
No standing no force;
They realized I was just a cow,
A simple liar, who never had another course.
