The Stars On Hollywood Boulevard Are Blooming Flowers Poem by Joe Rosochacki

Robin, Lauren, Casey and now Joan
Roses are red
Violets are blue
That's a pity they're all dead
There is a loss of glamour and comedy
- that the world has known
From silver screen to TV screen
From the actor studio to the comedy stage
Bacall, she was sultry actress
Williams was a paradox,
he slid from side to side
where his spirit led him
Casem, his voice panned generations
Both radio and multiple animations
Rivers, her tongue was her forte
she liked her shmear of butta' on her bagel and lox
Rivers died while getting throat examined for possible polyps
Her Propofol caused respiratory distress
Williams died cutting air to his throat
Kasem died doing his Top 40 doesn't have radio play anymore
Bacall died doing neither one of these
In all cases their Stars of fame grew abundant with floral decor
What will be remembered for
my observations like the one you have read above or
My music will surpass my existence
Though I don't have star.

9-6-2014