Your Poetry Dot Com - Secret spy

Array ( [sid] => 177529 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Secret spy [time] => 2014-01-05 03:42:53 [hometext] => Imagination can run wild at times [bodytext] => I am a secret agent
This is what I am
I have a secret system
To plot and scheme and plan

I have a secret cohort
I do not understand
He has this coded typing
The words are very grand

We have a secret catchphrase
We use if we should meet
"The penguins in the fryer"
It should work like a treat

I have never met my cohort
In spydom land we live
Across so many miles
Coded typings what we give.

So if you ever see me
With earplugs in my hand
You'll know a secret mission
Is somewhere in the plan

The shoe phone is an issue
when answering a call
the smell it really hits you
And can even make you fall

The vehicle I am driving
Would fool the very best
It fits in with my lifestyle
And looks like all the rest

I hide behind big glasses
So no one else can see
The secrets that Im hiding
Right inside of me.

My cohort is a master
In googling Im told
He finds his secret writings
And codes them to his mould.

I dont know how it started
The secret agent role
I know its not important
Just a story I have told.

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Secret spy
Date: Sunday, 5th January 2014 @ 03:42:53 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: thistle_and_fern

I am a secret agent
This is what I am
I have a secret system
To plot and scheme and plan

I have a secret cohort
I do not understand
He has this coded typing
The words are very grand

We have a secret catchphrase
We use if we should meet
"The penguins in the fryer"
It should work like a treat

I have never met my cohort
In spydom land we live
Across so many miles
Coded typings what we give.

So if you ever see me
With earplugs in my hand
You'll know a secret mission
Is somewhere in the plan

The shoe phone is an issue
when answering a call
the smell it really hits you
And can even make you fall

The vehicle I am driving
Would fool the very best
It fits in with my lifestyle
And looks like all the rest

I hide behind big glasses
So no one else can see
The secrets that Im hiding
Right inside of me.

My cohort is a master
In googling Im told
He finds his secret writings
And codes them to his mould.

I dont know how it started
The secret agent role
I know its not important
Just a story I have told.

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