When fame became impossible to bear
He hid away in Maine or Delaware,
Or, maybe, in another rustic state.
He was that 007 agent,
James Bond, a spy, a living movie legend,
Which only Hollywood was able to create!
The guy was so renowned,
He simply had no match.
With fame and glory crowned -
It often made him retch!
A demigod! It’s funny,
But here I’ll speak up -
Against him was a pup!
Avoiding fans, he sat inside his villa,
(A loving mob, he knew, could be a killer!)
Though it’s dead boring being a recluse...
But none would jump on you with hugs and cheers
And no one would tear for souvenirs
Your pants and shirts and even old shoes!
But in the movies never
His actor’s fire cooled -
By him were stuffed and fooled.
He walked in skins and even
In ashtrays often slept,
Seducing lots of women,
And never getting trapped!
One day a famous Russian film director
Invited this extraordinary actor
Into the film he was about to start.
Reluctant to be met by shrieking crowds,
James Bond put on some dirty woolen shrouds -
Fans all the same would tear them apart!
When he was leaving there,
The fans besieged the plane.
Each hippie with long hair
Shaved off his dirty mane.
Bond’s watch and even mantle
Were gone on the attack,
And later fans dismantled
That concrete runway track!
In Moscow, hiding face behind the collar,
He tipped a porter with a crumpled dollar -
His advent was quite calm and noiseless too...
Then from a battered car a man appeared,
Film in his hand, he waved to Bond: “Come here!
Hey, nice to meet you, how do you do!”
A giant mob was waiting
Along the entrance ramp,
But just anticipating
The greatest shooting champ.
His records were amazing,
He never missed a shot!
He drove women crazy,
Men also raved a lot!
So glad he wasn’t torn apart by crowds,
He took off in the Grand Hotel his shrouds,
But there Bond was called a reeking tramp,
Despite his person and despite his accent...
And - “officer, he said that he’s an agent
And said he is a foreigner, this scamp!”
“So, who are you, by heaven?” -
I pushed him to the wall.
“I’m 007!” -
“You want to make a call?!”
And gasping with dishonor,
Upset and helpless, then
Sat down in the corner
A former superman.
At last some movie men appeared there,
And he was treated with respect and care,
And they exchanged the money that he had.
The chambermaid was grunting, sharp and trenchant:
“Big deal! Some silly hillibilly agent,
In number ten we’ve got a Prince from Chad!”