Jake the Cake’s Poetry for Children

Paul Hughes’ poetry and verse for anyone with imagination

Secret Agent April 16, 2008

Filed under: fly, spider, spy — Paul Hughes @ 7:13 am
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My father was a spider

my mother was a fly

now I’m a secret agent

with wings, eight legs, a SPY!

 

Paul Hughes 2008

 

 

5 Responses to “Secret Agent”

  1. Annie Says: April 17, 2008 at 6:55 pm

    I had to read this more than twice,
    I think it must be me!
    I understood the message
    on reading number three.

    The picture that accompanies it
    is really rather sweet;
    a ‘Spy’ that pedals bicycles,
    using all eight feet.

  2. mdl Says: April 18, 2008 at 5:18 pm

    Cool picture! And I had to read it 2 or 3 times before I truly appreciated it too!!

  3. Kermii Says: April 22, 2008 at 12:40 am

    Short but sweet. I loved this poem

  4. Shannon Says: May 4, 2008 at 10:37 pm

    Fabulous! The brevity and humour of Edward Lear with a sauciness all your own. Thank you for sharing.

  5. rottentuna Says: May 9, 2008 at 2:31 am

    yah! well done… love this piece

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