Secrets

Secrets, They’re hard to keep

as you sow, so shall you reap

don’t tell she said

this secret will hang over your head

You will take it to your grave

Do not miss behave

Or your be my slave

do not missinterpret

The big bad secret

She said she liked John

The bone is gone

She said don't tell

Then she fell

hopeing in hell

I wont Swell

the secret to him

Or else she will swim

She will be dead

My blood will be red

and gone shall be my head

Does this ring a bell

I shall not know

why I am in a detective portfolio