Room 33-Poem by Avril Morris

DO NOT READ

Please don’t read this poem
It’s only meant for me
That’s it. Move along
There’s nothing here to see.

Besides, I’m sure you’d rather
Just go out and play
So put the poem down now
And slowly back away

Hey, why are you still reading?
That isn’t very nice
I’ve asked you once politely
Don’t make me ask you twice.

I’m telling you it’s private
Do not read one more line
Hey! That’s once more. Now stop it
This isn’t yours, it’s mine.

You’re not allowed to read this
You really have to stop
If you don’t stop this instant
I swear I’ll call a cop.

He’ll drag you off in handcuffs
He’ll lock you up in jail
And leave you there forever
Until you’re old and frail.

Your friends will all forget you
You won’t be even missed
Your family too, will likely
Forget that you exist.

And all because you read this
Instead of having fun
It’s too late now, amigo
This poem is nearly done.

There’s only one solution
That you will certainly do
Tell your family and friends
That they shouldn’t read it too.

By Avril Morris