Let us laugh again
Let us laugh again once more
as we once did before
howling, like hounds at the moon.
Let us be crazy and inane
insipid, outrageous, and insane
poking the fat belly of doom
We’ll skewer the righteous and pious
nothing will escape or get by us
we’ll tear down this shroud of gloom
We’ll bang again the dead parrot
take up Johns mantle and wear it
and silly walk like fools in full bloom
Shaken — Not Stirred
Bond is gone.
Sean is dead.
Not from bombs.
Not from lead.
No more Sean
Connery.
No more M
menagerie.
No more Q.
No more Moore.
No more villainous
du jour.
No more cars
zooming fast.
No more Bond girls
saunter past.
Who will save us
from all doom?
Won't be Sean
this afternoon.
Bond is gone.
Sean is dead.
Not from bombs.
Not from lead.
Best we just say
our "Good-byes."
With a sad tear
in our eye.
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