You have the best kept secret of all
They’d never know or guess
How far you’d stoop or fall
You hide your crimes in plain sight
The whiplash of comedy
Is a beacon far too harsh and bright
For years your truer self
Hid complete behind arched brow
All your secrets on your shelf
You have the best kept secret, I sense
You are the king of all perversity
The first, true master of pretence
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Oh Helen, this one is cutting I am sure. Well done.
Thanks!! 🙂 🙂
Wow. A bright spotlight on the hidden perversities veiled with woolly humour. The jokers who fool others with their shallow sociability.
Dropped by briefly with a little gift – thank you for following my blog for so long!
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
ouch…sounds like ‘that’ person has reared their head again…
No, just the memory, thankfully! 🙂 🙂
Ah!! Mine is my memory only, as well. thankfully. It does feel like you were in my head on this one for sure. Great work, Sis!!!
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂