Thursday, 17 September 2009

A poem, by deBeauxOs

fern hill blogged with trepidation

about her
fruit flies infestation.

Which gives me total and complete license to note the death of a very non-celebrity famous person:
Henry Gibson, the tiny perfect poet from Laugh-In.

In the show's famous cocktail party scenes, when the music would stop and each cast member would deliver a funny line, Gibson was a religious figure holding a teacup and saucer.

"My congregation supports all denominations," he said on one show, "but our favorites are twenties and fifties."

Good night, Henry.

1 comment:

Frank Frink said...

A poem, by Henry Gibson

Dark shadows fall, clouds cover the sky,
Good friends don't ask, how or why?
They hold each other through storm and flood,
Caring not for those who deal in mud.

Post a Comment