(To the tune of “Poor Jud is Dead“)
Poor Mitch is dead, poor Mitch Miller’s dead.
His hour is up, he’s sung his final song.
The mourners chant a dirge,
And perhaps he has the urge,
But being dead, he cannot sing along.
Poor Mitch is dead, now let the tears be shed.
He’s gone where men wear neatly-trimmed goatees,
Where a little [...]
-
‹ Home
Contents
-
Categories
- Arts and Music
- Blogging
- Books
- Business
- Confessions
- Daily Life
- Entertainment
- Food and Drink
- Found Verse
- Grammatical Gripes
- Gus's World
- Halloweenies
- Health and Fitness
- Historical Figures
- Holidays
- Hot Topics
- Myth and Legend
- News
- Obituary
- Our Magnificent Language
- Peeves
- poetry
- Politics
- Pop Culture
- Random weirdness
- religion
- Science
- Sports
- Technology
- The Internet
- The Media
- Uncategorized
- Workplace
-
Archives
Blogroll
-
RSS Feeds
-
Meta