Twenty years I've been married to a spy.
It's a little awkward at times; here is WHY:
"Frequent flier miles" we can't claim …..
as my spouse has "NEVER BEEN" on a plane.
We need special thread to sew holes in my Spy's vest;
Kevlar, I think, is what we've both found best.
We let our kids try on the Spy's disguises, …….
so there's less chance of ….‘chance home-surprises'.
All mail has to be routed circuitously ……,
through several forwarding mail boxes, to be safe.
…You see?
We ‘have to' lie a bit on life insurance applications;
some lies are necessary to avoid "those" complications.
All food eaten at home by the spy is tested first.
[When the kids' pet chimp died, we felt the worst.]
A "special exterminator service" (Control It, …Ants) ,
Comes monthly to check for "bugs" ….even in my under-
pants!
The pay is good. To the Spy's stories there is no end.
BUT I can't hear them; "There's NO SPY HERE", we must ….pretend.
The spy said two years ago: "I'll quit next year, Dear, …maybe.",
AND "our" Spy only takes "a break" when she has to ….have a baby.
(December 4, 2015)
Well Breye, now I know wheye you're a little crazeye. You're nervous the insurance companeye will find that your wife's a speye.
Enjoy your poetry Bri, unsung your willingness to put forth the energy and time that few other's will and so to me you are.. James a.k.a. .. iip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who is this spy in your house.... I wonder....! ! Is it the home 'boss' who cooks for you nice shrimps and lobsters?