Where, you know, clothes maketh the man and are tailored to expectations.
Tailor made cigarettes are no such thing,
They bring expectorations and the coughing to coffins,
Which is a real drag.
Danny la Rue, in the days before Paul O’Grady,
Played a lady winning global recognition,
Perpetuating a very English tradition,
Like queuing, alcohol-induced spewing,
The Carry On films, Benny Hill and lavatorial humour,
Distant and removed from us like an excised tumour.
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