Roll out the red carpet – but not for Daniel Craig

He might be good for quantum leaps or doing a stunt

Let the red, red carpet of poppies made by Haig

Acknowledge all the men who fought the line at the front

Roll out the red carpet – but not for super models

That media, paparazzi and the PR mollycoddles

Let the red carpet represent our worthy forces

Who gave us freedom, setting history on its different courses

Roll out the red carpet – not for X Factor wishfuls

Who cry when they lose out, yet life is still theirs to sing

Let the red carpet be a memory of the wistful

Wasted, wearied bodies, resting under angels wings

Roll out the red carpet, the Cenotaph is paved

Wreathed in poppies carpeting our path, our lives saved.

Diana Moore, Horton-cum-Studley