Annabelle’s Secret
by Dawn De Braal
Annabelle Blakely’s secret was kept safe.
A warbol lived under her bed.
She fed him leftovers and table scraps,
So the warbol was solidly fed.
She sang to him her favourites
While stroking his long, coarse hair.
A warbol’s teeth are very sharp.
Annabelle seemed unaware.
Annabelle’s mother cleaned up her room.
The warbol, she didn’t forewarn.
It sensed a stranger and felt in danger.
Her room was the scene of a storm.
Anabelle Blakely searched high and low,
But the warbol seemed gone, of all things!
How could she have guessed that inside its nest,
The warbol kept hidden wings?
Annabelle Blakely’s secret got out!
Eventually, all secrets do.
Her warbol and mother flew off with each other.
(Her mother kept secrets too).
A warbol lived under her bed.
She fed him leftovers and table scraps,
So the warbol was solidly fed.
She sang to him her favourites
While stroking his long, coarse hair.
A warbol’s teeth are very sharp.
Annabelle seemed unaware.
Annabelle’s mother cleaned up her room.
The warbol, she didn’t forewarn.
It sensed a stranger and felt in danger.
Her room was the scene of a storm.
Anabelle Blakely searched high and low,
But the warbol seemed gone, of all things!
How could she have guessed that inside its nest,
The warbol kept hidden wings?
Annabelle Blakely’s secret got out!
Eventually, all secrets do.
Her warbol and mother flew off with each other.
(Her mother kept secrets too).