Stormy Lady Poetry

Sam Adams Secret Agent Man

Sam Adams Secret Agent

Sam Adams
Was a spook, a secret agent man
A govbot working for the man

Sam felt old
As he looked

At the hidden treasures
And dark secrets
Stored in a box

On the top shelf
In the closet
hidden behind
the grandfather clock.

Sam was sad
Felt bad
Even mad

Everyone had died
There was no one left
To tell his secrets too

No one at all
To share them with

Before death
Came knocking
On his door.

He died that night
Taking his secrets
To the grave.

Stormy Lady
poem or prose with no limits on length.

2) The words can be in any order and anywhere throughout the poem and can be any form of the word.

3) All entries must be posted in your portfolio and you must post the link in this forum, "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest" [ASR] by March 18, 2023.

4) The winner will get 3000 gift points and the poem will be displayed in this section of the newsletter the next time it is my turn to post (March 22, 2023)

The words are:


The words are

old box top shelf closet hidden treasures secrets