The Town Crier of Comics

There once was a man

Who thought he’s a comic.

He didn’t need logic

‘Cause still he dreamed on.


He’d open for this one

And open at that.

On sidewalks, in nightclubs

If they’d pass the hat.


He followed his plan

And eventu’lly made it

On cruise ships and Vegas

He moved right along.


Through ups and through downs

And fights with his agents

He fought and he battled

And weathered the storm.


And now he’s retired

From stand-up and show-rooms

And calmly announces

As comics move on.


◄ Clouds

A Boat in a Tree ►


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