The queue outside the
Essoldo is praying that Hugo Drax
Will succeed in his
efforts to provide an amusing death for Roger Moore.
When night falls like
Roger Moore's trousers
Over a pair of
well-polished Oxford shoes,
Awakening in some an
interest in Argyll socks
And coaxing others to
queue outside the Essoldo,
I head for the saloon bar
of the Lamb & Flag, entering
Warily, as one would
enter a centrifuge chamber,
If the centrifuge chamber
were Les Misérables and Victor Hugo were behind the bar,
And I say, "Mon
vieux, I can no longer queue outside the Essoldo."
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