Secret I have is my love of cabbage
Prefer the smell of eau sauvage
Green water to drink to clear your skin
Im sure tastes better with gin

Secret I have I play the guitar
C major I know to every tune
Strum the chord I sing the blues
Star I think but not a ****** doo

Secret I have no love to shop
The list I write the one thing I forgot
Too many varieties  my mind to seize
Two hours later to buy four tins of beans

Secret i have love to write a rhyme
No meaning or sound jumbled In time
To me I think I’m Oscar Wilde
No secret to hold I’m  the nutty child