dear john

(Inspired by the Johnny Cash tribute at Carthage)

You were a comic master
In drama you were no slouch
I always figured you'd be done in
By some accident with a couch

Allen and Matt would argue
You were funnier than Farley
I still thought you'd be the Peter Tosh
To Chris's slapstick Bob Marley

ABC has lost a genius
Laughs are coming heaven's way
You can room with female angels there
'Cause St. Peter believes you're gay

So chin up, Mr. Roper
Janet, Chrissy, please don't cry
Jack Tripper's cooking breakfast now
In the Regal Beagle in the sky