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The Ballad of Janet Plantagenet

Special Agent Janet Plantagenet, while special, was for sure not a gent-
When she was sent on a mission, there could be just one thing that was meant:
That she would come home forthwith either bearing her shield or on it[1]-
And for her story she gets a ballad, for I'm in no mood for a sonnet.

...

It was back in '02, when Janet was new
Straight out of training and such
While not quite unknown, she sure had not shown
The brilliance she's known for so much.

She was solid in fights, and looked great in tights-
But her hunches- not open nor shut.
For so it was said, if she thought to cut red
The green wire was the better one cut.

So she was sent out, with a partner no doubt-
And for her they picked quite the doozy-
Felix St. Bond, fast jumping the pond
Wrenched 'way from his new chosen floozy.

Felix while plucky, was mostly just lucky
(His brains ran to ounces, not pounds)
Not known for his thinking, but rather hard drinking
In casinos of which he made rounds.

Janet's boss had grave doubts that they could win out
For this was no average mission-
The stakes were most high, for sure do-or-die
Their failure would mean nuclear fission.

Sir Heracles Ponce (he'll come up more than once)
Had a bomb in the heart of a city
He wanted three billion, two hundred twenty-three million
Or results would be most far from pretty...

to be continued...



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