Ring of…

I made a ring of roses,

I ate far too much pie,

I wasted opportunities,

And now it’s time to die.

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Secret Squirrel

Can you keep a secret,

And promise not to tell,

For if you share the story,

Then things they won’t go well.

 

People think they know me,

Their reality’s untrue,

For whilst you think you understand,

You haven’t got a clue.

 

Perhaps I’ll hold on tightly,

To the facts and all the truth,

It’s better than having to share,

With some who seem uncouth.

 

But trust is quite important,

And I may have to take a chance,

To secure a better future,

Before it’s my last dance.