007 @ 70

The name's Bond, James Bond,
How are you old chap?
Pleasantries, niceties, and
All that chat.
I've got the accent,
The looks and the toys.
Yes, I'm the envy,
Of every grown boy.
That license to kill,
The women, the sex,
Double-O-Seven,
I've been with the best.
The problem is,
The best were the worst.
Should've settled with Penny,
Instead I am cursed.
You see I lost the looks,
And the license to kill,
I'm alone in retirement.
Bond over the hill.