Wilkie The Cat: The Spy Who Got A Cold: A Poem

July 18, 2016 at 4:50 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, Humour, Poetry) (, , )

Wilkie The Cat: The Spy Who Got A Cold: A Poem

Wilkie stood outside the mysterious looking door
It was during the height of the Cold War
He blew
his nose yet one more time
drinking hot tea with lime

What a time to be fighting off a cold
This was the time for spies to be bold
His contact for this evening was the French spy Mitzi
who always dressed so ritzy
His eyes always bulged out of his head when he saw her
And standing on end was his entire fur

Mitzi approached swaying her skirt
Wilkie wore dark glasses so as not to appear a flirt
“What’s the password?” she asked as she swayed by
He’d forgotten the password- damn! what a guy!
“I can’t remember!” The poor cat hit his head
Mitzi put some lipstick on her lips- rouge red!
“That’s not the password!” She said.

She swayed on down the street
looking so pretty and neat
while Wilkie hit his head with his feet.

Not all spy tales have happy endings
some can drive a cat around the bendings
And that’s what happened to Wilkie this night
Forgetting his password wasn’t too bright!

-A spy poem
written by Christopher
Monday July 18th


  1. Natasha Pea said,

    haha that’s great.

  2. doesitevenmatter3 said,

    Ha! poor Wilkie the Cat! Women can have that effect on men…or is it “affect”?
    HUGS!!! πŸ™‚

  3. Hyperion said,

    Always write your passwords inside your eyelids. The difficulty there is closing your eyes to read the password when Mitzi strolls up.

  4. ѕнєяяιє βˆ‚Ρ” ναℓєяια said,

    And I have too many passwords too.
    To fear hackers and yet I am too secured that I’d forgotten most of it.

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