Even in the nude –
Imogene Bertha Gertrude –
Bad vibes today, dude
Hortense and Gertrude
Priscilla, Imogene
Once-popular names
no more to be seen
Isadore, Cornelius
Cyrus and Mortimer
Back in the day such
names courted her
You never know though
when a name may return
Such as Ambrose, Edsel
Penelope or Fern
Back in my town all the kids around
Say, "Hey, there's Mister Sunshine"
Just this old guy, always had a smile
And happy face stickers or some candy for a crying child
Worked at the grocery store thirty years or more
Everybody knows Mister Sunshine
Have you heard the news, they say
Mister Sunshine died today
And the sky went gray
Just a normal day like any other day
The last one for Mister Sunshine
Helping Mrs. Green with her groceries
Little Imogene stepped into the street
Some hot rodding fool thinking he was cool
No one saw him but Mister Sunshine
Have you heard the news, they say
Mister Sunshine died today
And the sky went gray
On the evening news, channel forty two
Lead story was "Hero Saves Child"
You know, I never knew his name was Larry, did you
Took care of Mary Rose his wife who had a stroke
He fought back in the War, got a Silver Star
Everbody loves Mister Sunshine
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Imogene
Imogene,
where are you sleeping?
Perhaps I should
ask no more,
I'll concern myself
with nothing
And nothing
I am grateful for.
I imagine you
knitting smiles
Out of the threads
of what we were,
Perhaps, one day,
I'll wear the gown
And your nakedness
will be in there.
Imogene, do you, too,
think of me?
Maybe your thoughts
are too pure,
Willingly
I would have loved you
If it were not for the
jealousy I endure.
I remember
how you kissed me
Upon my
lovelorn brow,
Perhaps, in time,
that love will die
And to your memory
I will then bow.
Imogene, can you ever
love me again?
Damn! This is not
how's it's meant to be,
My sentiments
have become poetic,
If not,
a little twee.
I will despise you today
as my nemesis
In my futile attempt
at sorrow,
Yet, wherever
you are sleeping
I will love you
again tomorrow.
He was born in Yonkers, just north of New York City.
This man grew up to be funny and witty.
While working in a luncheonette owned by his family,
with the art of patois, Sid displayed proficiency.
As a funny comedian, he made his presence felt.
Sid got his start in upstate New York in the Borscht Belt.
As a saxophonist, his first job was at the Vacationland.
He became an influential member of the hotel’s band.
With the late Imogene Coca, he was a television pioneer.
On Broadway and in movies, Sid would also appear.
However, alcohol and barbiturates nearly destroyed his career.
A recovery brought him back into entertainment’s sphere.
Over the years, many awards and recognitions came his way.
At the age of ninety-one, Sid Caesar passed away.
RIP Sid Caesar
(1922-2014)
I thank both wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and variety.com for information
I obtained to write this poem.