It carried like <br />A whisper in the breeze <br />I watched it float delicately <br />As it rose above my head <br />And landed at my feet <br /> <br />This little secrect <br />That we were all to keep <br />But which got whispered <br />From mouth to mouth <br />Silently but not silent enough <br /> <br />It moved back and forth <br />Depending on the direction <br />That the gossips' ship set sail <br />Soon everyone had more <br />Than a gentle inkling of the tale <br /> <br />Brandy's sister was seeing <br />Whiskey's elder brother <br />But she did it under cover <br />All was well until Bacardi <br />An admirer started the whisper <br /> <br />Gossips ensured that the breeze <br />Covered the town and news spread <br />With the speed of light until <br />Old Monk appeared on the scene <br />To deflect the whisperers' attent<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-secret-35/
