He skirted the laurels and thence Located the hole in the fence. No enemy seen, So adrenalin keen, He slipped through, excitement intense. Through bushes he creeps, footfalls light, And gets his objective in sight, And then a voice booms, Like a ghost from the tombs, And he's gripped firm, preventing his flight. "Ah so," says the man, monstrous tall, "James Bond, I presume, come to call." James sobs, starts to cry, Wipes tears from his eye: "please sir, I came after my ball." from "The Adventures of James Bond, aged 007 3/4.
Thursday, January 13, 2005