I have a secret vice.
May I whisper it to you?
Promise you won't reveal it,
No matter what I do?
Sometimes I indulge it
Three or four times in a week.
I cannot suppress my urges
As It disturbs my restful sleep.
I don't do it....obviously,
Unless I'm all alone.
Not that I'm ashamed of it,
But, if the truth were known
Folk may give me funny looks
And point a scornful finger
And I will have to scuttle by
Not staying long to linger.
Do you want to know my secret?
I know you won't pass it on.
I write Poetry on Line.....
Now all my guilt is gone!
I feel cleansed and purified
Hurrah, now I am free
And I can slip away each day
To write more poetry.
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