The Secret's Out Poem by david lessard

I have a secret,
I cannot tell you what -
'cause if I told you,
then, it wouldn't be a secret,
much.

You'll not get it
out of me,
my lips are sealed,
or so the saying goes -
only I know what it is,
The nose knows.

Some call me a liar,
tells me, my pants
are on fire,
I never saw
my clothes burn,
so they must be
the liar.

Your secret's safe
with me,
I'll never tell
a soul;
you could even
bury me,
in some deep,
dark hole.

You can't bribe me,
money can't buy me,
nothing you say
or do -
You can't unravel
my secret thoughts,
you can't beg me,
I will not be untrue.

What's that?
A hot fudge sundae,
if I will only spill
the beans?
All right,
ice-cream's my downfall -
Wait, I'll just change
my jeans.