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He was famous for being famous,

Nobody knew what he’d done:

Famous for being famous 

That was good enough some.


And he was there at every function

Party, conference, Bar Mitzvah, barbecue

In fact if he wasn't there 

It just wasn't classed as a do.


When asked why he was famous

He’d give an enigmatic smile

And the question was forgotten

In a very little while.


And then the police arrested him

On suspicion of a long past crime 

And some said they’d had

Their suspicions all the time.


And then the police released him

With not stain on his name 

People said no smoke 

Without fire just the same. 


He put his house Up For Sale

And then he was gone,

Just upped and packed his bags

And so very quietly moved on.

It was a seven day wonder
Talk of the villagre life
Until a local wprthy was found
In bed with the wrong wife

 

He'd been famous for being famous 

But nobody knew why 

And nobody ever found out 

No matter how hard they tried.




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