04-28-2017, 01:55 PM
British Spy Ink, circa 1915
When lives can depend on iodine
vapours discovering ink,
when words invisible are writ
there’s a depth we hope they don’t sink.
Because our General needs to know
the many secrets that they think
we pray that their spies are all eunuchs:
may they never think of the pink
petaled ladies who, giggling, would help
them squeeze invisible ink from their dinks.
When lives can depend on iodine
vapours discovering ink,
when words invisible are writ
there’s a depth we hope they don’t sink.
Because our General needs to know
the many secrets that they think
we pray that their spies are all eunuchs:
may they never think of the pink
petaled ladies who, giggling, would help
them squeeze invisible ink from their dinks.
