A Secret Service


A Secret Service

I've got a secret
that no one else can know.
I've got a secret
and I'll never let it go.

You can torture me with spiders;
Pull my hair until it rips,
But I promised that this secret
would never leave my lips.

You can tickle me with feathers.
You can tell me I'm a creep.
But this secret is a secret
that I've vowed to always keep.

You can swing me till I'm dizzy.
You can lock me in a cell.
You can throw me in a pig sty
and I still won't ever tell,

'Cause I promised that this secret
will forever be unspoken
and the secret to a promise is,
it can't be broken.

(C) 1998, Arden Davidson

I am trying to find a publisher or agent
to represent any or all of the stories and poems
in "A Pocketful of Rhymes".
If you know anyone that can help, or have comments,
please e-mail me.Thanks!