25.07.2009 Evil Femme Fatale Poem by Margaret Alice

Our James Bond movie took a new turn
the air-con is set for winter, warm air is
pouring into the open-plan office redu-
cing us to doing a strip-tease every day

Coming from outside temperatures of 2
degrees Celsius into 24 degrees at least,
one air-con vent is set to spew hot lava
air every hour or so, how much

Can one strip off and still remain decent,
in the movie the sweet heroine and evil
femme fatale will strip off everything,
James, obviously charmed

Will remain cool, calm, fanning himself
with a device that Q developed just as
the film started, the device explodes
blowing the cat-loving criminal master

To smithereens, James orders a shaken
Martini to sip while pulling the sweet
Russian heroine into his arms – I’m
the evil femme fatale who dies in agony

Because I tried to kill James through
the hot air system…

21 July 2009