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Michael Agee was his name
From old Hollywood he came
He was great at cooking meals
At five foot six he wore no heels
An only child he had no sibling
At the tale there was no quibbling
He could eat ice cream as he desired
Or until he just got sick or tired
I do not think that was fair
Mine I always had to share
It was at his home he claimed
He met many of the famed
And could tell such wild wild stories
In many many categories
They often had Laurel and Hardy
At many a family party
To name names I didn't have to coach
In fact, he often mentioned Hal Roach
He also mentioned big John Wayne
Or Gene Kelly singing in the rain
Sinatra to him was a Francis
He knew all the actors in Kansas
He knew everybody who could sing
He knew both Bob Hope and Bing
he had his record about Galway Bay
And many too by Doris Day
He had records by the score
In bookcases and on the floor
He had more DVD's than Amazon
More recorded CD's than Elton John
Day and night he was recording
But he also alas was hoarding
The cardboard from boxes is now in piles
Reaching all the way to the ceiling tiles
His little house was like a museum
Collectibles to fill the Coliseum
Tinseltown he could have shook
If he had written a tell all book
Behind phony smiles there were grouches
And there really were casting couches
On girls there were dastardly acts
And even boys could not turn their backs
Such nightly high jinks did not irk
But were always considered a male's perk
Nobody could be called demented
If he could imply she consented
Good old boys meant no great upheaval
In the glitzy empire of the evil
He should have been in legal fights
To claim his many copyrights
He came to buy Richard Feiner's estate
But hesitated as was his trait
I brought him to the grocery store
And took him back to his front door
I brought him to local drug stores for pills
He was in pain far from Beverly Hills
Then one day he didn't answer the phone
He had just died in Cairo all alone
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