I have a secret
A secret you desire to know
My mysterious ways confuse and torment you
Never to know the answer
Oh how it burns at your very core
To know that you know not
The secret unrevealed
Eventually will consume you
Lies will mislead you
Looking for answers unknown
Infinite answers leading to infinite questions
Never to end
But sadly, such is life; some secret things
Are always just ahead and out of reach.
And though the puzzled walls rebound your speech,
There's solace in the answers echoes bring,
And hope found in the verses mirrors sing.
But thus the lies are often spread to each
Who seeks the knowledge of the wise to leech,
And falls to lurking masters pulling strings.
When peering down the rabbit hole there's light,
And breathing deeply let yourself fall in.
Escape the gnawing demons of the night;
Embrace the glowing world you find within.
For there the echo's silence answers right
The questions asked of where your mind has been.
This was inspired by Kubla Khan, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Smurd does these SO much better than me. (Where are you, oh hairless one?) Anyway, here we go. This is for you Miho Tohya.


In cyberspace was Tohya-chan
Known for her airs of mystery
Now gathered here, though shy of death
Oh! for your words, with bated breath
Waits this community

Your false and spiteful voice so stilted
Of purple prose and sonnet wilted
Unspoken yet, your veteran name hides well
Key to your darkly-cute true identity
Perhaps for me the time has come to tell
Close secret out and bared for all to see

Sneaking in KaMu's sock-puppet Miho portrait, just because. - Shoka
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Well, they certainly don't keep me busy enough here, so I've more to say...

This is a parody of Lewis Carroll's "The Walrus and the Carpenter" (just a chunk of it). It's dedicated to Sabyr for the "Kubla Khan" bit (which I doubt makes sense to newer people) and Kage Musouka for the wonderful fanart, and of course Miho and the Server-tans and Kimiko happy.gif

Oh, Miho and the Server-tans

"Oh, Posters, come and talk with us!"
The Dark One such did plead.
"There're many things with meanings strange
To solve them is our need:
And those of you with juicy brains
Can help us to succeed.

The Brightly Cute one looked and said
"Another place exists:
Those weblogs would be better sites
For musings such as this."
And then she went her merry way
To these events dismiss.

And one veteran Poster stood
And spoke to the Dark One:
"See, I know your identity,
I'll ruin all your fun."
And this was stupid 'cause that trick
Had already been done.

But all the other Posters came
And joined in for the games
Since they were much too occupied
To notice any claims.
Or else they cared not for such things
And thought them all the same.

So Miho and the Server-tans
Kept playing with their minds
And dangling little strawberries
To those who still wore blinds;
While the wise sat on the sidelines,
To speak were disinclined.

"I have a secret," Miho said,
"But I won't tell you it.
Instead I'll hide behind this mask
And test your meager wit;
And see how long it takes you all
To think that you should quit."

"Oh, tell us please," some Posters cried,
Not thinking with their heads,
And for their pleading Miho smiled
And turned to them and said:
"Well, if you can not use your brains
There've other use instead."

The posters, angered at this, stopped,
And launched at her their mocks:
"You do not fool us, Darkly Cute,
We know you're made of socks,
And in the speech of Server-tans
We do not take much stock!"

And many jumped and stormed away,
But some remained confused,
And Miho and the Server-tans
Just stood there much amused,
Then left to wait for 'nother day
And Posters eas'ly used.
you assume
that we need to know
what we don't;
snowflakes meet the sun
just before they die
Did I hear my name and Coleridge used in the same sentence?

Something Churlish. By Mr. Natural

O, were I not afraid you'd think
Of me as hairless leathery turd,
I'd post, "I love you, dear;
But O, these lines of verse! they stink,
My love, I fear."

But I'll resort to subterfuge
And keep such counsel from thy sight,
With flattery's disguise
("That doesn't make your butt look huge,"
And suchlike lies).

On my P.C., I'll hide this jest
So only I shall know the truth.
'Tis time for rest, I've typed enow:
O no! O crap! The button's press'd,
I'm dead meat now...

(Apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

Something Childish, but Very Natural

If I had but two little wings
And was a little feathery bird,
To you I'd fly, my dear!
But thoughts like these are idle things,
And I stay here.

But in my sleep to you I fly:
I'm always with you in my sleep!
The world is all one's own.
But then one wakes, and where am I?
All, all alone.

Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids:
So I love to wake ere break of day:
For though my sleep be gone,
Yet while 'tis dark, one shuts one's lids,
And still dreams on.

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