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How Not to be a Spy: A Comedy of Errors

Laughing at My Failed Attempts at Espionage

By Story TellerPublished 3 years ago 1 min read

I tried to be a super spy,

But ended up with a black eye.

My ninja moves were not so slick,

I fell and hit my head real quick.

I thought I'd be a cool secret agent,

But my clumsy ways were too flagrant.

I tripped and stumbled, and made a mess,

And my disguise? It was a hot mess.

So I'll stick to my day job, it's just fine,

I'll leave the spy games to those in their prime.

For me, the only mission that I'll pursue,

Is making it through the day without any boo-boos.

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Story Teller

As a "Story Teller," I'm passionate about crafting compelling narratives that entertain, educate, and inspire. My stories connect people, foster empathy, and make us feel more human.

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  • HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago

    Nice piece ✨💖

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