Fallon Poems - Poems about Fallon

He comes out to the orchestral suite of William Walton's Henry V Refuses to shake hands with Jimmy Sits unemotional on the plush armchair I'm the technician running the cameras Standing with a clipboard and head-set Rousing the studio audience Before agreeing to go on the show He'd signed an understanding that said He'd refuse to play Lip...

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I've seen you at least twice you come in here for breakfast I've served other celebrities but you're not like the rest I have served another man but he just kept his head down I supposed he was tired of getting recognized so I didn't blame him when he frowned When I served you at your table...

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D'ya know a person who's caught my fancy Host of The Tonight Show fame Without a doubt, a talented entertainer The charming Jimmy Fallon by name Really been a fan since the day he took over Can sing, can dance and tell jokes Guests who've appeared on his last night show Play parts in his skits, never coaxed A genuine talent in...

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Taking a handful of their hair amid my palm I began to drag they Screaming unto the cliff's edge while Bobby, held their prince at bay.... Grunting like a sow in heat his little horn gasping, for another days breath While as her banshee queen pleads for just one more kiss; these waterfalls waiting Melting skies poetic time seems...

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Peering into the eye of finalities storm; while as standing upon times fading shore?! Washing away its hourglass sands aneath my feet; expurgation into the waiting sea.... Legions upon legions; these, His Majesties seraphims descending atop clouds made of fire ~ Beckoning unto heavens four winds to gather its children; the day of razon has...

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"'He,' whom speaks into existence those things which were not as though, they are...." ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fables; to dream these seemingly impossible things!? A compiling compound upon the pages of a lifes, forever tarnishing of stories.... Drinking this mixture of both poison and cure; night after night and, day upon day Finding but, these mostly barren tainted walls; no repreives...

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