In Which The Sonnet Queen Knows Things You Don't

I take a confidence seriously,

And that is why in confidence I'm told

So many things. But I still get to squee

As long as I disclose naught. I won't fold

Or bow to pressure put on me to spill

My knowledge, but that doesn't mean I can't

Gloat on this page, say neener-neener, thrill

Myself, if no one else. Go on and rant

And call me tease; I care not. I have got

At least two secrets, and the day's yet young.

I won't say whose, nor any of that rot.

No clues escape my fingers, nor my tongue.

When comes the day that you're allowed to know,

You shall. Till then, just listen to me crow.