Poetry - Red Skelton

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Grandfather, Grandmother poem by Red Skelton

Grandfather, Grandmother – a poem by an older Red Skelton, recited on his weekly television show

June 21, 2015 Tom Raymond Poetry

Madam, I Love Your Crepes Suzette

Red Skelton and Lucille Ball dancing in a fantasy scene from Du Barry Was a Lady

Madam, I Love Your Crepes Suzette – song lyrics from “Dubarry Was A Lady“ Song lyrics to Madam, I Love Your Crepes Suzette, Music by Burton Lane, lyrics by Lew Brown and Ralph Freed (1943) Sung by Red Skelton with Tommy Dorsey & his Orchestra (film soundtrack) also...

December 6, 2014 Tom Raymond Poetry

Algy and the Bear

Algy and the Bear, a poem recited in Ziegfeld Follies by Red Skelton using his J. Newton Numbskull character: Algy saw a bear, The bear saw Algy, The bear was bulgy, The bulge was Algy!

September 29, 2013 Tom Raymond Poetry

There’s Nothing Worse than Loneliness at Christmastime

There’s Nothing Worse than Loneliness at Christmastime – [written and sung by Red Skelton, as Freddy the Freeloader, in Red Skelton’s Christmas Dinner] There is nothing worse than loneliness at Christmastime, When old friends forget where you are, While your memory still lingers, You can count upon your...

February 12, 2012 Tom Raymond Poetry

Frogs – Red Skelton

Frogs, a poem by Red Skelton, read by Clem Kadiddlehopper Frogs. Frogs. Frogs, they are everywhere. Frogs. Frogs. Frogs croaking fill the air. Louder. Louder. Louder is their blasting blare and there’s no silence in the night.

February 12, 2012 Tom Raymond Poetry

Red Skelton’s poem, The Circus

Painting by Red Skelton of Freddie the Freeloader at the circus - hold that tiger!

Red Skelton’s The Circus – a poem in honor of Red’s father, by Red Skelton Red Skelton, one of America’s great clowns, talks about an American tradition – the home of the men of mirth. The Circus is an ode he wrote, and recited on his television show. Actually, the poem,...

February 11, 2012 Tom Raymond Poetry

Red Skelton’s Farewell

Red Skelton, laughing, when he was older

The time has come to say good night, My how time does fly. We ve had a laugh, perhaps a tear, and now we hear good-bye. I really hate to say good night, for times like these are few. I wish