Kenny
Eileen has nicknamed me Kenny
Because of my resemblance to Mr. Rogers
Wish I had his piles of dough though
I'd sure be a happy old codger
Methinks she means before his facelift
At least that's what I hope she meant
It made him look like a real different person
Not as charming in any event
So I'll take it that's what she really meant
When Kenny was young and virile
Instead of this ageing singer of songs
Fame can be fleeting and so fragile
Mr. Rogers can still belt out a love song
With than familiar rasp in his voice
For over four decades he been charming us
Was everyone's favourite choice
So I really don't mind the nickname Kenny
A compliment is how I take it
Eileen could have nicknamed me Bela
As Dracula I never would have made it
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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