Lawrence Hall, HSG
For Bob Newhart of Happy, Happy Memory
“He will not refuse one who is so blithe to go to Him”
-Saint Thomas More in A Man for All Seasons
With just a telephone, a clipboard, and a stutter
He was a happy band of some of our best friends:
May we with him
At last approach that Inn where all are welcome
The joy he gave us proceeds before him
The angelic choirs soften their hum and throb
Because
That loving Voice we all most long to hear
Will gently say,
“Hi, Bob.”
Lawrence Hall
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Bob Newhart and the Treadmill of Sisyphus
“Hi, Bob!”
Exercising While Watching Bob
Newhart
Several times each day I
roll myself up
The torturous treadmill of
Sisyphus
I am more of a marshmallow
than a rock
Which is the point of this
tiresome endeavor
Several times each day I
find myself back
At the foot of the
devilish device
To wheeze myself wheeze
step wheeze step wheeze step
To promised abs of steel
at the rainbow’s end
Dr. Hartley is on line one
because
Sometimes you need
A telephone call from your
driving instructor
