The book lover spy kid!

Today, in our waiting room, I was deeply impressed by a remarkable young child. Unlike other children of his age, he held a book in his hands and patiently awaited his turn to have his ears examined. His intelligence, courteousness, and wisdom were truly extraordinary, leaving such an indelible impression on me that I was inspired to pen a heartfelt poem dedicated to him.

The book reading ' spy kid!'

In the waiting room, a kid sat,

With left ear pain, quite the brat.

But unlike others, a book he held tight,

No iPad or mobile, his source of delight.

Spy puzzles filled the pages, oh my!

A clever little lad, oh so spry.

With confidence, he breezed through each test,

In the world of spies, he was the best.

The doctor called, it was his turn,

With wax in his ear, he was ready to learn.

Microsuction awaited, a peculiar affair,

But our fearless spy kid had not a single care.

Into the room, he strolled with a smile,

Spy gadgets hidden, his secret style.

The doctor, impressed, couldn't help but grin,

At this kid with a book, not a screen.

With precision and skill, the suction went,

The wax disappeared, just like a descent.

Our spy kid barely flinched, oh what a pro,

His ear now cleared, ready to go.

The doctor marveled, "You're quite unique,

A puzzle-solving spy, no critique!"

The kid beamed proudly, a twinkle in his eye,

"Thank you, doc, now I'm off to spy!"

And off he went, with a bounce in his stride,

A secret agent, with nothing to hide.

No mobile or iPad could match his thrill,

For a clever spy kid, books were the real deal.

So next time you're waiting, in a room like that,

Remember this tale, and grab a book, stat!

Be like our spy kid, confident and smart,

And let the joy of reading fill your heart.

MKP

5.7.2023

WGC

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