GOD SAVE THE QUEEN! MAY SHE LIVE LONG
And then God help the spy
Who blunders in the cross-hairs
Of the star of “Goldeneye”
He sleuths in the casinos
And moonrakes across the heavens
No man or woman’s skills compete
With our man O, O, 7
Martinis shaken never stirred
He’s known to drink at parties
He handles evil Dr. No
Like Holmes does Moriarty
His Walther PPK shoots straight
His pen conceals a rocket
His Aston Martin keys are tucked
Quite neatly in his pocket
In between his escapades
He might be bedding blondes
“I didn’t catch your name, good sir”
“The name is Bond; James Bond.”

Thoughts? jeffburkhart@primetimerhymes.com

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