Douglas Fairbanks Snr,
Said just before he went,
Why, I've never felt better,
Then his life was spent.
H.G. Wells the miserable swine,
Put up quite a fight,
To his nurse he said in angry tones,
Go away: I'm feeling all right!
Benjamin Franklin, inventor,
Grew tired and oh so queasy,
Sat down and told his darling wife,
A dying man can do nothing easy.
My head! My head!
Robert L. Stevenson cried,
But he never got to explain his words,
'Cos then the poor beggar died.
My fun days are over,
Cried James Dean, driving away,
Smash went his car, gone was James,
Both on the very same day.
James Joyce before he departed,
Asked quite offhand,
To anybody listening,
Does nobody understand?
And finally I arrive,
At the bittersweet end,
The rhyming stops now,
Exit George Sanders, old friend...
"Dear World,
I am leaving you because I am bored.
I am leaving you with your worries.
Good Luck."
Have you seen my underwear?
I left some there upon the stair,
A black bra some panties white,
Without them I can't go out tonight.
If you find them for a quick return,
You yourself a reward will earn,
So my name and address you must be told,
William Jenkins, 62 Acacia Road.
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