Disclaimer: I do not own the Bond movies or books, nor the "poetry" I am cannibalizing for parts.
This is a goofy piece of what some people, but not others, would call poetry, about the Quartermaster, which I hope you will enjoy!
They seek him here, they seek him there
Those double Os seek him everywhere
Is he building an exploding pen, or a fire caster?
That demned, elusive, Quartermaster!