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Everybody Loved Tom Bosley

For many years you starred on Happy Days as Howard Cunningham.
When your fans learned that you died, they most likely said "DAMN!"
You starred in Father Dowling Mysteries as a Catholic Priest.
You have passed away and now you will Rest In Peace.
When you began acting, everybody knew that you would go far.
First you married Jane Eliot and later you married Patricia Carr.
You starred as Sheriff Amos Tupper on Murder She Wrote.
Even though you were rich and famous, you didn't gloat.
I've watched you on TV shows since I was a little boy.
You were a friendly and talented man who people enjoyed.
You were a loving husband and an awesome dad.
You died at the age of 83 and millions of people are sad.

(DEDICATED TO TOM BOSLEY WHO DIED OCTOBER 19, 2010.)
Form: Rhyme


Fists of Fury

Rocky Marciano was the only Heavyweight champion who couldn't be beat.
In all of his forty-nine prizefights, he never once suffered a defeat.
This awesome boxer had heart, stamina and he was strong.
Some people also thought that Mike Tyson couldn't be beat but they were wrong.
Marciano was the Heavyweight champion for four years.
He had fists of fury and didn't know the meaning of fear.
But sadly something happened that filled people with disgust.
In 1969 he died in a plane crash on the last day of August.
The next day after his death would've been his 46th birthday.
It is never easy to see such a great person pass away.

(DEDICATED TO ROCKY MARCIANO WHO DIED AUGUST 31, 1969.)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Money Machines

Each month’s beginning is where we will see,
the most intense amount of activity.
Where do you think many people get their money?
Some funds come from welfare and social security.
They ride the bus down to the boardwalk each day.
In front of a money-grabbing machine they will stay.
The sounds and the sights of the machines enthrall.
They are tempting the players to insert it all.
The promise of a jackpot is what is in store.
The patrons keep losing, but put in some more.
There is the usual outcome at the end of the day.
Most people will find their money gone away.
For all the glitz and the glamour, somebody has to pay.
Form: Rhyme

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