Zut alors!  

Il y a des hommages galore  

Pour Jacques Delores  

Parce qu’il est mort. 

A great loss we feel  

For Rhino Neal. 

Denny Laine  

Was in Wings  

Now he’s where  

The angels sing. 

Today we lose  

An affable rogue  

Farewell Shane MacGowan  

Of the Pogues. 

Unlike Paul Stanley  

He wasn’t a Kiss singer  

But he was more manly  

Was Henry Kissinger. 

In tribute now  

To Terry Venables  

Here’s a poem  

That’s nearly tenable. 

Raise a glass of sherry  

To Matthew Perry  

But don’t get too merry  

’Cos he’s on the one-way ferry. 

Richard Roundtree  

Worked hard at his craft  

But now it is time for him  

To go down his Shaft. 

Bobby Charlton  

Takes a bow.  

If you think it’s all over  

It is now. 

Michael Gambon  

Is gone  

Dumbledore  

Is no more. 

Michael Gambon  

Looked like a tampon  

A fluffy white head  

But alas he is dead 

The Man From U.N.C.L.E.  

And Sapphire and Steel  

Starred David McCallum.  

Now he’s in the newsreel. 

He seemed so enigmatic  

With Joanna Lumley,  

But now David McCallum  

Is just lying there dumbly. 

Mike Yarwood  

Was gifted with many voices  

But now silence  

Is what his only choice is. 

He sang Margaritaville  

But recently got ill  

And then Jimmy Buffett  

Did snuff it. 

Jimmy Buffett dead.  

Cheeseburger in Paradise  

Has now become real. 

Just left planet earth.  

He’s got nothing more to say.  

The pirate has died. 

You can still buy stuff from Harrods  

But Mohamed Al-Fayed  

Won’t be there to serve you  

Because he’s dead. 

Here I go again  

With another poem they could read at a wake,  

This time for Bernie Marsden  

Of Whitesnake. 

Yevgeny Prigozhin  

Ended up botching  

His coup against Putin.  

Now he’s finished with shooting. 

With Rod Hull and Emu  

He suffered their malarkey.  

Now we say farewell  

To dear old Parky. 

I have a robot dog  

And I switched his barkings on,  

So my mutt could woof a tribute  

To Michael Parkinson. 

Randy Meisner  

Took it to the limit.  

They’ll make for him a coffin  

And put him in it. 

Another star  

We now must honour.  

No one compared 2  

Sinéad O’Connor. 

He left his heart  

In San Francisco,  

And everything else  

As now it’s his go. 

Jane Birkin a chanté  

Je t’aime... moi non plus,  

Mais sa chanson reste  

Avec nous. 

Sadly, it’s the end o’  

Glenda. 

Silvio Berlusconi  

Was sleazy and phony.  

He ran Italy  

Quite shittily. 

I liked The Groundhogs quite a bit  

Especially their classic album Split  

But Tony McPhee won’t play Cherry Red  

Because, I’m afraid, he’s now very dead. 

Tina Turner  

Was Simply The Best  

But sadly now  

She joins the rest. 

It’s a woeful time for drag acts  

As the latest one to cark it  

Is George Logan  

Out of Hinge And Bracket. 

If your aim is  

To meet Martin Amis  

You’re out of luck  

But you can still read his books. 

Gordon Lightfoot  

Had lots of output  

Which was quite good,  

But now he’s kaput. 

Jerry Springer  

Was the mayor of Cincinnati,  

And on TV  

He was quite chatty. 

Harry Belafonte  

Didn’t do the Full Monty  

But he was a master of Calypso.  

Way to go! 

Len Goodman  

Strictly ballroom dancer  

Waltzes off  

With bone cancer. 

Dame Edna Everage  

Was certainly never average  

But now all her chatter’s gone  

Along with Sir Les Patterson. 

Mary Quant  

Made miniskirts.  

Now she goes  

Beneath the dirt. 

Lily Savage  

Wasn’t a lady  

And now he isn’t  

Paul O’Grady. 

Let’s remember a jumper named Dick,  

Whose technique was quite the slick trick.  

With his Fosbury Flop,  

He rose to the top,  

And made high jump history real quick. 

Legendary Cartoonist  

Bill Tidy  

Sadly died on Saturday,  

And not a Friday. 

Mystic Meg  

Foresaw the future,  

But she can’t be fixed  

And stitched with sutures. 

We mourn another  

Loss in tune  

From Lynyrd Skynyrd -  

Gary Rossington. 

She saw no danger  

In controlling the chamber,  

But into the void  

Goes Betty Boothroyd. 

The World of Sport mourns  

As another grave is  

Dug, this time it’s for  

Dickie Davies. 

Raquel Welch was in  

1,000,000 BC  

She’s part of Hollywood  

Prehistory. 

Silent screen goddess,  

Raquel Welch, beauty defined,  

Eternal allure.  

Majestic beauty,  

Raquel Welch, timeless icon,  

Awe-inspiring grace. 

Another songwriter  

The world will lack.  

Walk On By  

Burt Bacharach. 

Our loss can’t be expressed  

In Words  

Of David Crosby  

From The Byrds. 

Death, you ought to  

Give more thought to  

The pointless slaughter  

Of Elvis’ daughter. 

Bloody heck!  

Now it’s Jeff Beck.  

His silver lining’s  

No longer shining.