Roger Moore In Octopussy

The queue to see Roger Moore in Octopussy

Swells in the rain like a corpse left in a swimming-pool.

When night falls like a bad hand of cards,

Provoking in some an inexplicable fear of catastrophic loss,

In others a thirst for strong drink

Followed by Roger Moore in Octopussy,

I wait outside the Essoldo, squinting

In the rain, as one would squint in disbelief at Sean Connery,

If the ticket booth were an Aston Martin DB III and he were at the wheel,

And I say, “One in the stalls for Roger Moore in Octopussy, please,                 Mr. Bond.”