On Her Majesty's Secret Service
"Miss Moneypenny! Ravishing as ever!"
Says Bond with his characteristic charm.
"You best get in there, James!" "Why Moneypenny,
You must have read my mind!" "O get in there!"
In mock exasperation she replies.
"M's in a real state, been on the phone
All day with the Prime Minister he has!"
Door opens. Bond. Her Majesty's agent,
Licenced to kill, enters the room. "Ah Bond!
Come in. Matter of greatest urgency.
Bin Laden, hiding in Afghanistan.
A vicious fellow, devilish piece of work.
Blows up civilians, hijacks planes, kills children.
Works with the Taliban, a nasty lot.
I haven't seen the like of them since SPECTRE.
The CIA's been after him for years-
To no avail of course. It's up to you!
Your job is to destroy him at all costs.
He's bad news, Bond. And you're the best we've got.
Now get along to Q and get your gadgets."
Deep in the secret testing area,
Bond enters. "Morning Q, where are my gadgets?"
"Oh grow up, 007! 'Devices!
That's what you have to call them, Bond. 'Devices!'
The usual tricks: a missile-guiding watch,
A magic carpet for those airborne missions,
That folds to pocket size and can be worn
To render you invisible, a staff
That turns into a snake, that sort of thing.
Just try to bring them all back in one piece!"
You know the rest: Bond always gets his man,
Whether Goldfinger, Dr. No, or Jaws.
Prevail Bond, James Bond, handsome and brave,
And bring the foe to his unhallowed grave.
