Tiaan curiously regarded the glitter gel ink scribbles
in my fairy dairy and coolly remarked that the shiny
blotches and curlicues were impossible to read, I
burst out laughing, it is true, when held under the
light the script is illegible, but I don’t care at all

I love the lovely colours and beautiful aura of my toy
book, the mystery is invisible, cannot be discovered
by anyone who does not read my diary on-line and
does not know what it means when Death as Bill
Door receives his own time as a gift

And delights an old lady by dancing the tango with her
or why I love fun-loving desert tribes making war good-
humouredly, Tiaan cannot decipher the shiny curls in
my book and even if anyone could, my code is
unbreakable and it gives me a thrill…

Margaret Alice

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-09-10-unbreakable/