Johnny Carson By Del 'Abe' Jones, White Bluff, TN January 23, 2005

Nearly five thousand times He came out upon that stage And in entertainment's history He wrote a very unique page. He also "made" many a star And launched some great careers And everyone who was someone Was his guest throughout those years. Some twenty thousand people Sat across him in the "chair" He made them all feel welcome And he really seemed to care.

He had his own brand of humor Making funny, what was not An honest, too good Entertainer And what you saw is what you got. Millions of us stayed up late To see what he had up his sleeve And now, that show is "really" over And we are all left here to grieve. And those who didn't "know" him Before he left that stage in Ninety-two Will never know how much they missed Now that his time on Earth is through. But there will be a "Tonight Show" Forever, somewhere up on high As Johnny welcomes all those Stars Who have passed this World by.

Copyright ©2005  Del "Abe" Jones

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