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He was Famous for being Famous
Though nobody knew what he'd done,
No records of mountains climbed
Or any prizes that he'd won,
But he was Famous for being Famous
And nearly every single night
He graced the TV screens with his
Americanised teeth gleaming white.
And he sat with eloquent ease
In his presenter's arm chair
And he did have such a talent for
Spouting such inane hot air.
Then came the fateful day
He was suddenly, finally, gone
And after a reespectful little pause
The world moved inexorably on.
He'd been Famous for being Famous
So they erected a statue to his name;
But try as hard as they could nobody could
Recall just what he'd done to earn his fame.

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