Ima Ryma


Jonathan Winters - Poem by Ima Ryma

Jonathan Winters, funny man,
Died 87 years of age,
Made us laugh over decades span,
Ever tops on the funny gauge.
On Mork and Mindy, he was Mearth,
Hatched from an egg that Mork had laid,
Baby born aged and with girth.
Tent size pampers had to be made.
He kept in stitches, cast and crew,
For the last season of that show.
And thanks to reruns 'twill be true.
He'll live forever, doncha know!

Jonathan Winters, heaven bound,
An angel with giggles renowned.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 5, 2013


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