Ken Dodd Poem by Mark Heathcote

The legend that was Sir Ken Dodd
said his final Tatty-bye today
he lived his life at Knotty Ash,
where his Diddy Men did play.

A gentler soul you could not find.
A heartier showman neither
with wand in hand his 'tickling stick.'
You either laughed or cried.
Or you just died for a breather.

Remember his signature song. 'Happiness'
it charted in 1964
remember his wild hair, its shagginess
it's a 'Tattifelarious day.' He would say
Dodd, you could never call him a bore.

His shows ran on for several hours
frequently past midnight
it's as if the man possessed
some magic comic superpowers.

He died at home in the house
he was born at the age of 90
he was given the OBE and Knighted
I guess all he could say was 'blithely, '
'what a to-do.'

His tomfoolery knew no end
Ken Dodd was a Bohemian
he was the King of the comedians
I guess that's why he was so well-loved
and had many lifelong friends.