I have a secret
And you want to know
Just what it is
But I’ve been told
A secret is only such
Until it leaves my mouth
And once it does
The secrets out
Then it’s no fun
As the tale is known
Whether true or false
The damage is done
It could be
About Mrs. Martin’s cat
The crook in it’s tail
How you suppose it got that
Or the painted sign
On Radder’s barn
Was about tobacco
Now it’s about yarn
No one knows
Just what it can be
My lips are sealed
It stays with me
A bribe you say
The amount is what
My secret for that
Is that all you’ve got
No chance say I
To little for much
My secret is safe
Here in my clutch
Besides you see
That would never work
It’s priceless to me
To tell would hurt
It may not be me
So you must see
For a secret to be
Silence is a must
So says he
The mystery grows
What is this story
Suspicion is great
It never gets boring
Gossip is flowing
About this and that
All matter of tales
But not a shred of fact
Neighbors point fingers
First here then there
Still there are others
Pulling their hair
Tempers are flaring
But no one knows why
How could a secret
Create such a time
Some who are guilty
Of heaven knows what
Are certain this secret
Has discovered their lot
Desperate they are
To do drastic deeds
Who can imagine
Where all this leads
The secret keeper
Is beginning to feel
No secret should be
Such a big deal
Still mum is the word
Not even a hint
As to what it’s about
Or who it might tint
For all are quite certain
It must be about them
Seems secrets have the power
To touch every sin
What a surprise to know
When the truth is old
It was just so bold
This secret you see
Was nothing to be told
It must be a joke
All this stress for naught
No secret at all
We really got caught
But wait they all say
Could this be a trick
To make us all think
This was really just sick
It seems like it’s time
To put a stop to all this
Things are heating up
It could be a mess
No one believes
The secrets a lie
It may be
They have something to hide
The stress is exhausting
To continue this charade
What’s funnier still
Is the mess this made
What are they thinking
What terrible things
Have been done in secret
Now may have wings
Or so they think
Why else all the fuss
Such efforts to discover
This secret they must
Oh woe is me
With realization to come
This really was
Just to have some fun
What happened instead
Was facing inner truth
Funny how guilt
Can reveal real proof
There is no more
So what’s this for
Time to open the door
The secret’s a farce
As I roll on the floor
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great poem I love how u have a great first line to draw readers in. that is how i was called if u will. blessings