My secret lives
In a medium-sized
Box I have to hide
In my garage

When I think
About it, it makes me
Nervous, it feels like I
Have to tell someone

It tastes
Like a spiky,
Hairy taste

My secret
Is still
And it doesn’t
Breathe

It is a brown
And green colour
It is old and dark
It has little
Black dots

This secret
Would have to be
A really big object,
It would be
Like
A very long rope

It feels like
If it is
Really big,
Long and spicky,
It feels like a
Dark and
Scary moment

It feels like
If I tell it I think
I would be in
Big trouble