I remember my favourite comedian
He was crazy and acted daft
When I was on the downside
He would put an end to that.
He had a funny way with words
And could often tell a tale
He always drawed attention
His humour it never failed.
He could have been a big name
In a movie or on the stage
And if he chose to be one
I am sure he would make the grade.
He never had to try hard
He liked to play the clown
No one found him annoying
He was fun to have around.
He was full of innuendos
And he almost crossed the line
But he never was affensive
He wasn't that way inclined.
Then that was many years ago
Now he's gone and that is sad
He was my favourite comedian
I should know he was my Dad.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC
I remember my favourite comedian
He was crazy and acted daft
When I was on the downside
He would put an end to that.
He had a funny way with words
And could often tell a tale
He always drawed attention
His humour it never failed.
He could have been a big name
In a movie or on the stage
And if he chose to be one
I am sure he would make the grade.
He never had to try hard
He liked to play the clown
No one found him annoying
He was fun to have around.
He was full of innuendos
And he almost crossed the line
But he never was affensive
He wasn't that way inclined.
Then that was many years ago
Now he's gone and that is sad
He was my favourite comedian
I should know he was my Dad.
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