Shall I peek into your secret box
And sniff around like a little fox
What are those bones
And these mill stones
That drags you down
And makes you frown

Shall I peek into your secret box
Oh my it has too many locks
Will I find rainbow dust
Or a witch with a fiery gust
Be it Ogre with a wicked temper
Or Prince who knows how to whimper

What’s in your secret box
Please do tell
I shan’t ring the bell
And if you tell
You won’t go to hell.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

P.S. My dear WP, this is an evasive poem written in avoidance of your nosy self 😉

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