A Tribute to W.C. Fields

N.B. The reader may wish to use the sarcastic drawl of a profound misanthrope, when reading this poem.

Hello there, my dear friend.

The doctor says you're on the mend.

Which is the same as saying you're near the end.

You were never one keen to lend.

And your airs and graces drove me around the bend.

So with a cheery wave, I will you send.

Into the great blue yonder, you may blend.