It is reported that one of the Salisbury Novichok agents is really a colonel in the Russian secret service, the GRU.
It was just a matter of time,
As you will soon learn in this rhyme,
Until the Salisbury agents were,
Identified and caused a stir.
And now investigators find,
That one is not just any kind,
Of soldier in the GRU,
But is a colonel through and through.
He’s worked in Chechnya and Ukraine,
Using maybe some assumed name,
And for the service he gave there,
Putin gave him a badge to wear.
It was all secret, his award,
So could there be things untoward,
That he did or techniques he used,
Which they did not want in the news?
On this we simply don’t yet know,
But journalists persist and so,
Eventually we’ll likely learn,
What he did to his medal earn.
I had thought for now that was it,
But as soon as today, a bit
More news emerged which said that there,
Had been another agent where,
The Skripals lived to case the joint,
Which sort of helps to make my point.
The Russians have not yet replied;
It seems right now their time they bide,
And now need more time to concoct,
Some story to be widely mocked.
So in the embassy they toil,
Burning each day the midnight oil,
As they decide on their replies,
Sustained by Big Macs, Coke and fries!