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Last Updated: 29/06/2008 17:47:16
Much More Than Seven Words
By Del Abe Jones
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George Denis Patrick Carlin. 12th May 1937 - 22nd June 2008
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Although he really wasn't
Everybody's cup of tea
He was a great comic
And he was very funny.
He made fun of everyone
And of society's flaws
He was arrested for it
They said, 'You broke our laws!'
His 'Seven Dirty Words'
Are some that some won't say
But a part of our language
And always been that way.
His bit played on the radio
And a man's son, heard
But his dad let him listen
And that's kinda absurd.
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He complained to the FCC
It went to the Supreme Court
George lost it, five to four
But didn't stop his retort.
A Grammy winner, actor
Author and philosopher
He was true to himself
Said what he thought, for sure!
Considered the second best
Of all those funny men
I doubt we'll see another
As good as him again.
He surely was no angel
He doubted 'The Pearly Gate'
If there is,and he gets there
They'll probably make him wait;
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Copyright © Del Abe Jones 2008
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