The Forbidden Door

Yay!! I got this into the yearbook~~

I've found a secret door,

but I've been told to see it no more.

As easy as it sounds,

I can't help, when I make my rounds,

to stare at that mysterious door.

It's large, made of oak,

and it's prone to squeak and croak.

The handle shines of gold.

It's not ancient, but perhaps old,

and it takes all of me to not touch more than that oak.

But I heard what I was told;

my mother was quite strict and bold,

so I soon lost hope to open it,

which may have been against my wit-

She had said, "Darling, listen to what I've told!"

I've grown older, though,

and now I've learned more, and I know

she told me not to be risky, but smart.

I never touched that oak piece of art.

More than once, I regretted it, though.