Peter Kay
A tribute to a comedian, we all miss him on the telly
It is not the same anymore; I cant console old Aunty Nelly
He’s a chubby lad from Bolton. He won the nation's hearts
He talks about normal stuff, like garlic bread, and pongy farts
No matter what he's acted in, people love it; he is the best
He jokes about the family on holidays, in their stringy vest
My favourite saying has to be, the one about his garlic bread
Not seeing him anymore on the telly, is doing in all of our heads
So talented and loved by all. Car share always had me in tears
I think We all hoped that car share, would be on telly for years
And oh my god he loves his mum, and he cherishes his nan
I have so many DVDs of him; This funny British comedian
So come on Peter Hurry up, not one is as good out there as you
your fans are missing your humour; we want to say we love you
About the Creator
marie381uk
My Name is Marie, I write mainly poetry
I write subjects that I lean towards. No poetry by me, is related to me in any way unless I state it is. I have loved poetry from being 14 years old. Life is a poem grab a pen a tell your story xx
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