Charlie McCarthy and W C Fields!

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W C Fields and Charlie McCarthy,
Had a real little feud going on.
Because W C didn't like kiddies,
He'd smirk at Charlie and call him "Son."

And Charlie the "Dummy" sang his song!

"It was Mister Fields I think,
Who has to have him a "drink."
And when he does he gets unstable,
And sleeps it off under a table!"

Needless to say this made Mister Fields turn red,
It made W C really mad!
"You're nothing but a woodpecker's pin-up son,"
He never did like a smart mouthed lad!

And Charlie grinned, and sang "You're a bum!"

"I know a real old feller,
Who used to be a "Heller,"
Til the "booze" made him real unstable,
And he wakes up under a table!"

W C Fields was speechless and angry,
And he got really red in his face.
"You're Daddy was a table you little shit!"
He thought Charlie's sass was a disgrace.

Charlie laughed "Then you slept under it!"

"I know an old red-faced Fart,
He drinks til he falls apart.
He'll keep drinking til he's unable,
And then pass out under the table!

Charlie won!!

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LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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Now that's going back waaaaaay too many years.

AnonymousAnonymousover 19 years ago
You have such great ideas Pervy!

I want to see you try free verse instead of always seeking the rhyme.

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