Don’t tell me your secret.
You will make me fret.
I have my own life’s threat,
Pestering me night and day, my pet.
You remember last time we met,
And that letter you sent,
And its terrible content,
So hell bent!
Since then, I have spent,
With mind and body almost bent,
And tears so much having shed,
That I have had to stay in bed.
Please, don’t tell me your secret.
Somehow, others will ferret,
And ultimately know your intent,
By the surveillance camera, in an instant.
Let me stop my comment,
Enough of it all, this very moment!
Yes, just leave me to be content,
In my shack, which you call a tent.
know that you are meant,
To be my friend, not to harass me with your secret.