They loved to do the Palais glide

now it seems they've let things slide,

both recline with swollen ankles,

the slightest conversation wrankles.

Medals line their mantelpiece

a programme cover displaying Grease,

there's still a space where costumes hang

they wore to sing doo lang a lang.

Their style and flair caused much kerfuffle,

now they can barely do the shuffle.

Their presence a whiff of snobbish disdain,

now other smells confirm a stain.

Saturday's a special day

with ecstasy not far away

'cause Strictly's on the box tonight

then everything will seem alright.