Tramp Of Laughter

Tramp Of Laughter short poem

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Behind a moving lens, though all in black and white,
He became the best at laughter with all of his might.
With a flimsy cane at hand and the heart of a champ
He wondered the streets like an innocent poor tramp.

This chap made many laugh through an era of depression
With his great ideas and an added funny expression:
Including his famous moustache and funny walk,
And a movie dialogue containing so little talk.

Though most of his words were silent on screen
He was always fully understood and ever so clean.
Mainly because he spoke little and ever so clever,
His words and art shall remain in history forever.

In regards to politics, he was always a stinker!
But what else would you expect?
The man was truly a great thinker.

Poet’s Note:
This poem is dedicated to a great man who once said “A day without laughter is a day wasted.” – Charles Spencer Chaplin (1889-1977)

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Nikita Mehendiratta
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What a tribute. It’s always great to read your poems.

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