Treasure Island

Lento Maez


The Spy


He was a spy
I wouldn’t lie
He moved so sly
He appeared to fly
He had no name
He sought no fame
He played the game
Society was to blame
He seemed so tame
Yet he was lame
A bullet to blame
He had bad aim
What a shame
We would exclaim
Soon he overcame
The worrisome claim
It was because of the dame

Submitted: Saturday, September 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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