
Warning! Do not read this poem. That's what the title said.
Do not ignore what's written there. Read something else instead.
I strongly urge that you turn back, and heed those words that warn.
You might be feeling differently, tomorrow in the morn.
This is your third and final chance to look the other way.
Oh, what the heck! You've gone this far, you might as well just stay.
What do you think is in this poem? What's hidden from you view?
Is it a little knowledge that we wish to keep from you?
Is it something that has top-secret classification?
Is it the truth about UFO's, or Elvis' location?
Is it a new a conspiracy, which needs exploitation?
Perhaps, some covert evidence of an assassination?
Maybe, a bit of gossip that would really make your day?
Could it be something that is crude, or naughty, or risque?
No, it's just a poem about your curiosity.
It killed the cat, the saying goes, and might be killing thee.
Ok..., its not a death sentence, it only kills your time.
You could be reading something else, instead of this dumb rhyme.
Warning! Do Not Read This Poem. That's what the title said.
I do not know a better way to get this poem read.