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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 tfraymond Poetry

Madam, I Love Your Crepes Suzette

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 tfraymond 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 tfraymond 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 tfraymond Poetry

Frogs – a comedy poem by Red Skelton

Frogs, a poem by Red Skelton, read by Clem Kadiddlehopper [Editor’s note: Frogs is recited to the cadence of Boots, a famous poem by Rudyard Kipling] Frogs. Frogs. Frogs, they are everywhere. Frogs. Frogs. Frogs croaking fill the air. Louder. Louder. Louder is their blasting blare and there’s...

February 12, 2012 tfraymond Poetry

Red Skelton’s poem, The Circus

Red Skelton and Mark Anthony with the Cole Brothers circus

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 tfraymond Poetry

Red Skelton’s Farewell

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

February 11, 2012 tfraymond Poetry