A Tribute to Anonymous

There was a girl (or was a boy)
Who had some comments to relate.
Though he (she) sometimes tried for coy,
It seldom helped in a debate.

So she (he) darted in and out-
He (she) was there; she (he) was gone.
When he (she) took a covert route,
Was it to dodge the denouement?

So blame and honor, both escaped,
His (her) sporadic intercourse
In anonymity was draped.
(To duck the check, do not endorse.)

Post Script:

I thought I might, in blank disguise,
Assert myself (a daring crime!)
And bait my bro, but realized
He’d know ‘twas me, when writ in rhyme.