Willard Scott ~ Depart us ~ Please not
By Bill McCurdy (c) 2015
Willard Scott ~ Depart us ~ Please not,
Your smiling red face still joy-puckers.
If you leave us right now ~ well, My Gosh, Holy Cow,
Who’ll do the shout-outs for Smuckers?
“Johnny B. Good’s ~ a hundred big ones today,
Deep down in that place ~ where the coolest cats play.
He don’t bang the guitar so good ~ now, they say,
His arthritic fingers hold ~ life’s sorry sad sway.”
Ronald McDonald once came ~ to this luminous life,
He found his beef grease breath ~ all through you.
Those who ate the fat food ~ you so happily knifed,
Gave life to the med phrase ~ “Code Blue” you.
You gave 65 years~ to your NBC cheers,
You saw how acts change ~ or dissolve.
You’re walking proof, Willie ~ that TV sells beers,
And that not all survivors ~ evolve.
Hang around, Willard,
March 7, 2034 is your big day on the Smucker’s jelly label.
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