Spy and Syndicate

A searcher for vital information; For it penetrating a formation Anything it’d cost for intimation: An acting of childish animation… A neck staked for knowledge one should not have, If unwitting giver guessed would one starve; For the body spy works Big Risks to serve: The hunted knowledge for them to paths carve… Spy, sure, working for a syndicate, Duration of mission she’d indicate; She would waste a spy not rusticate, If one were caught and would her implicate… A woman young and charming Better Spy, To her shifting glances no asked “Big Why?” Her full-formed breast supplying the true lie, Host’s eyes hallowing them like Blue Sky… Spy’s mission over spy no more hovers, Speedy exit from scene and tracks covers; Spy is going back to meet true lover: A heart-break to Host who learns things over...