Railway Tales

        
MARY FRY
Whose carelessness cut short a promising career in espionage. by D.Y. The dearest wish of Mary Fry Was to become a female spy And when they tested out her nerves And measured up her various curves The boys in MI5 said, 'She Is what a female spy should be As cold as ice, as hard as steel And yet how soft... here, Colonel, feel A girl like this would get a plan From any normal, healthy man.' Dressed in a simple Lanvin suit Mary was dropped by parachute And made a perfect three point landing Just where Field-Marshal X was standing “Himmel und Lieberwurst,” cried he “Das ist indeed my cup of tea. Achtung! and should the Fuhrer phone Tell him I wish to be alone. Within a week of Mary's fall The plans began to reach Whitehall A camisole, a brassiere From Stockholm forwarded by air Revealed, when warmed, to expert eyes Things calculated to surprise But as it was, our General Staff Could sit and simply laugh and laugh. Alas, the best of girls may trip And Mary made a fatal slip If only she had faced her host Or not worn what she'd meant to post. Moral: A working girl can never be Too careful of her lingerie.
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