It's a whisper, a shadow, a twist in time.
It hides in plain sight, with a clever disguise,
A riddle, a puzzle, that catches your eyes.
It might be a ballad, with a hidden intent,
Or a sonnet, with a meaning, divergent.
A limerick, perhaps, with a mischievous grin,
Or a haiku, where the truth lies within.
It leads you astray, with a clever facade,
Then reveals its true purpose, bold and unafraid.
A secret unveiled, with a cunning design,
A sneaky poem, that's truly divine.
So read with suspicion, and think with your head,
For the sneakiness lurks, in the words that are said.
Unravel the layers, and the truth will emerge,
In a sneaky poem's, clever, disguised surge.