Groucho
Marx,” I intend to live forever, or die trying.”
Groucho’s
Intent
He
looks back over his shoulder
Like
a cheesecake take
But
he is in a neatly tailored suit
Giving
a look to rival
The
pin up girls of the time
This
whimsical flit
Dares
to do more
Then
say hello
He
wants his audience
To
applaud as it is his signature
Face
that invites laughter
In
his entrance
Yet
this black and white snapshot
Is
him walking away
Saying
something like
“See
ya later, if I see ya,
my
glasses are fogging up
just
thinking about it.”
He
oozes the art of double speak
It
is his spark
Making
ladies playing opposite him
Squeak
and often bark
As
he chases them verbally
Around
the park
Or
wherever the scene is set
As
it was always the same scenario
With
different players
All
but three or four
His
was the first and last door
To
open and close
Saying
a signature “hello”
And
long lingering adieu’s
Filled
to the brim with laughter
Song
and dance when he had the chance
Singing
of tattooed ladies
And
a Captain’s adventures
He
somehow skated around the censor
He
is part of the wall paper
That
decorates the modern comedians
Groucho,
you were one of a kind
Timing
like yours is hard to find
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