Wise spies

An oldie - circa 2011 vintage (with some rework)
Previously published by me ( as all other my English poetry ) on other sites under the name princeAlexander / princealexander.

In the court I told the judge
- Here is my story - no fudge!
Please forgive my broken English,
Which makes my speech be so *distinguished*.

I wish my deeds could be recanted ...
Ten years went, as I was planted
Into the land of USA ...
Life was quite pleasing, I must say.

With mortgage paid by KGB
In the States it's nice to be.
It was so easy to forget
That I'm the cell of spying net.

Suddenly my phone got ring:
(Now I know, it was a sting ...)
“Could have met we in Beijing ?”
(That was secret greeting *thing*,

Well remembered spy net code ...).
Acting like an idiot,
I replied then, right a way,
With the phrase, being trained to say:

“Yes, we might, how have you been?
- Was it rather in Harbin?
Wait, my wife is saying - Hi,
We have met - but in Shanghai ...."

Then I dug from hiding spot
Packed with dollars heavy pot.
With a notice (oh my Gosh!):
"Dirty money - needs some wash!"

I assumed note meant it's urgent
To launder cash with some detergent.
To make the dough look shine and clean
I put bills in wash-machine.

Heavy cycle took the spin ...
Next came drying all that "green".
Job was done with lots of care
And few quarter coins to spare.

No idea that was prank,
I brought the money to the bank.
But no luck could money buy
When it comes from ... FBI ...

Though I really can't complain,
Being sent quickly on the plane,
Back to Russia with few guys,
Who were all like me - wise spies.