Poetry Man

2005 will be the 60th anniversary of the end of World War II, if that is not an omen for Dame Vera, I don't know what is.

So bye bye Wendy, you were great, In are you being Served; But being served no longer, At least, that's what I heard. You made a disc when you were young With someone called Mike Sarne; I bet they re-release it, And it goes to number 1. But tomorrow night at 9.30, On Long Island PBS TV; I'll gladly switch the box on, Because with the gang, that's where you'll be. Behind the counter, with the lady with the pussy, And that other dead guy, who acts like a proper wussy, And I shall morn. Written in the style of Wendy Cope

Alexander Solzhenitsyn is a very very long name; And I have to confess, it's hard to rhyme, But I really could have done it, but like Alex, I've run out of time. I wanted to make this poem good, because he deserves a real good tome, But it's very nearly five o'clock - and I have to rush off home. I'll try again tomorrow, because tomorrow is another day, Well for me perhaps, but not Alex, life is just funny that way. So rest well Mr. Solzhenitsyn - if anyone deserves it, it's you, And i'll read your book tomorrow, and this time, all the way through!

Well I don't know about Banshees Scream, but anybody that can say "Linguistic Linda Lovelace" can certainly call me Fluffy Bunny! LOL!

OK - I am not prone to replying to people who think this site is sick, or that in this particular thread, we members of Deathlist.net are being cruel to Russell Watson. I think he should shoulder some of the blame, perhaps even all of it. If he had not become ill, he would not have even been considered for the list until at least 2050, so frankly it is Russell's fault. Now I am sure some of you doubters out there think I am being cruel, but people.... he did get ill! He started it! Not us and I think he owes us all an apology. If I was write to my poem before he died, do you think he might record it? Poetry Man. PS: I looked up "scat" - what a mess!

"Get your hairy paws off me," Was what old Charlton said; He cannot say it more, Cos Charlton Heston's dead! He played so many varied roles, All good, so one supposes, But I guess the best he ever did, Was play that bloke called Will Penny. (Are you sure?) He held his rod up in the air, And the Red Sea? It did part, He rode in a race in ancient Rome, In a fancy horse and cart. He starred in a film where the theatre shook, As San Fran had a Quake, Then he played another part And was speared to death with a stake. So bye bye Chuck and thanks a lot For all the pleasure and fun; There'll never be another like you, You were the only one. Poetry Man Circa 4/07/08.

If you said to me, it would be him, I'd never have guessed old Francis Pym! Poetry Man in the style of Ogden Nash - March 2008

I feel a poem coming on: "River Deep, Mountain High" as sung by Tina and Ike, Edmund went up that mountain, it was one hell of a hike; And now Sir Eddie's bit the dust, and gone up even higher, Or perhaps he went the other way, which would be much more dire. So Bye Bye Edmund, I couldn't be sadder, Unless you were the other Edmund - you know, he of Blackadder, From now on and for all time, it is ever rest for you, Ever rest above Everest, how fitting, how thrilling - how true. Poetry Man - Circa 2008, Danbury, Connecticut, USA.

Well I am disappointed - I thought she was the daughter of Percy Edwards - the guy that used to do bird impressions.

Lord David Attenborough... surely he cannot survive 2008 can he?

I was sorry to hear that Barbara Kelly died, she of 'What's my Line' fame, and I think, Criss Cross Quiz many years ago. Although I may be wrong on that.

I am dissapointed that Tim Johnson has been added to the 2007 list. He may be an American senator, but the only thing he is really famous for, is his current ill-being and its possible consequences. It is this very ill-being that has thrust him into the headlines, if it were not for this I doubt the people who have constructed the 2007 list would have ever heard of him.

So say Bye-Bye to dear old Gerry, He was Pres, when it was hairy, You'll never see the likes of him-a-gan When they bury him deep, in darkest Michigan. Rest in Peace. Poetry Man, circa 2006 in the style of nobody.

Such sad news, for me, more for you, Let me just say: Yabba, Yabba Dabba, Dabba Doo. (to be read with respectful pause between first and second Yabba and first and second Dabba.) Poetry Man 12/19/2006

He led a life so full of funsta Did our Al, old Granpa Munster, So flap your cape, become a Bat, In the Munsters -you were quite good at that. Poetry Man - 2/9/06

Reg Varney

Pack up all your cares and woes, There he goes, laughing still, Bye - Bye Dickie, There was no one great as he, Made me laugh, Hee Hee Hee Bye - Bye Dickie. Thanks for funny films and funny programs, Truly were a great, second to no mans, Say Bye Bye and rest in peace, Rest the bod, rest the knees, Dickie - Bye Bye! Poetry Man in honour of a true original and can be sung to the tune Bye Bye Blackbird.

So fond Adieu, Rosa Parks Who rode up on a bus, She stayed firmly seated And caused a lot of fuss. Rosa parked her butt one day Firmly on the seat, She changed the world for ever Never once considering defeat. So thank you Rosa, and have a good rest, For surely, you have earned it, And take the bus ride to heaven, And sit up at the front for a change next to the driver - the Big G! I know the last line does not scan, but this is poetry and it don't have to.

Born in London Raised in Kent Will die in Danbury, CT, USA.

All this talk of dead members - I hope my member never dies!

AN ODE TO SCOTTY I just got done with "Effel", not to mention Father Ted, When blow me down, I looked online - and Scotty! - he is dead! With Dilithium Crystals and Phasers set on stun, You made outer-worldly travel, well, frankly, super fun. 'Twas on the starship Enterprise, Where you traveled high and low, And left and right, and up and down 'Cos there was nowhere else to go. So boldly go, just one more time, To heaven, if that is your plan, And thanks for all the fun you gave, From an appreciative, Poetry Man.

AN ODE TO SIR EDWARD HEATH Bye Bye Sir Ted, you was PM, I met you once, you said: "Young man live long and serve your country, Don't lie around in bed". You won the Admiral's Cup one year, In a Yacht called Morning Cloud, What a shame your time as PM ended In a gloomy dark mean shroud. You laughed a lot, and "hee-haw-heed" And your shoulders you would shrug, But we all knew you and Mrs T, Would never ever hug. So now you are gone, and I'm still here, And I am doing the best I can, So "Ship Ahoy", and "Hoist that Brace" Cos I knew you, your Poetry Man. PS: Edward Heath and I did meet, and he did say "Young man live long and serve your country, Don't lie around in bed". Many years later I met him in the offices of The Spectator and I remembered him; he did not remember me.

AN ODE TO THE LATE GREAT ETHEL Ethel was a clever lass, never ever silly, She was the only lass on screen, To have a great big Willy. Willy was a dog you know, Under Ethel's arms t'was tucked; Willy died some time ago, And now, Ethel is gone. (Sorry could not think of a word to rhyme with tucked). So "See yer Effel" as Lou would say, "I know we'll meet agin", And Bye Bye dear old Gretchen, From your friendly Poetry man.

Did she take her Willy with her?

Very sad news, but I am guessing Richard and the Ferret have met in heaven.