I haven't had a bit of luck since 1982;
and so I think my sinking ship must now be overdue.
When at last it does arrive, with treasure loaded down --
I'll miss my step upon the pier and like enough I'll drown.
Bob Cummings was an actor rare;
he kept his figure and his hair.
In movies, radio, TV,
he was the perfect droll emcee.
The reason for this rhyming phlegm --
he's on all night on TCM.
I wished upon a star one eve
about my upper-most pet peeve.
That lying politicians fry
as cooks in any junior high.
Failing that, I'd be content
to see them barreled to ferment.
(or buried underneath cement.)
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