I Never Say A Word By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
I never say a word.
Not a smidgen of a lie.
I have no tales to tell.
I wouldn't even try.
I'm of the quiet sort,
When I'm as quiet as can be.
If there's a something to report,
You'll never hear the thing
From me...
I've no tale to tattle here,
I've no blabber I can share.
If there's a scandal buzzing 'round,
I am ever unaware.
I'm just me.
I'm simply me -
As private as
A Me can be.
So when I find
Ms Bainbridge hooting,
Pecking at the grass
And tooting,
Flopping her arms too and fro,
Not a soul shall ever know.
And when Mr. Pisk
Down Whistler Lane
Takes his walks
Out in the rain
As naked as a man can be,
You'll never hear
The news from me.
But that's just me.
I let it fly.
I'm a quiet bloke.
Time passes by.
I never tell
Those things I see.
Nobody knows
Except for me.
I do not snoop!
I do not pry!
It isn't every day that I
See Mr. Nillis
Disappear!
Or thinks he does.
From there to here,
Impressing us
Mere mortal ones
With the magic of
A thousand suns.
He'll whisk his arms
Like such and so,
And just like that,
I'll watch him go!
He'll disappear
Into thin air,
And magically
Remain right there.
Though, certainly
Convinced he's gone,
He'll sneak about,
He'll carry on
With little impish
Pranks, and such,
That I don't
Mention all that much,
Because I keep to myself,
I do,
And I'll never share
This tale with you.
Because I mind
My own business, true.
There are things
We'll never admit to.
Just how peculiar people seem
When they do those creepy things they do
When they do not think they're seen.
To each his own.
My motto, YES!
Takes but a moments
Second guess
Whenever cornered
To confess
A right or wrong,
A this,
A that.
A secret pulled
Out from a hat.
An "I know a something
That you did."
A 'something' you so
Poorly hid.
So, every thirteenth day
In May and June,
As Filbert Moss
Barks at the moon,
And pants just like
A Basset Hound,
On those days you'll
Not find me around,
Noting how he stifles
Every sneeze,
And how he scratches
At his fleas,
And how he pees
On all the trees.
I'll not spill
A single word,
No hushed whisper
Shall be heard.
Oh, I mind my
Own affairs, I do.
It is a life
I am accustomed to.
A life of privacy,
You see...
A life
That so appeals to me.
When things are in 'err'
'round here,
With awful gossip
Lurking near,
And secrets struggle
To be free,
It is a secret
You'll not hear
From me.
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