Laurel And Hardy Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Laurel and Hardy
In black and white
Small and tall
Fat and thin
Limey and Yank
Laurel and Hardy were
Two cuckoos in Hollywood's nest

Two gents in bowler hats
Two lucky dogs
Two slapstick kings

Nobody could milk a joke like them
Or build a shaky pile of multiple gags

Laurel's hair grew long on top
A natural fright wig.
Hardy's thinning hair, clapped down in spit curls
His trademark toothbrush moustache

To walk flat-footed,
Stan Laurel removed the heels from his shoes.
His natty costume feature, a bow tie.

Stan's jacket, straining button, was too tight
Oliver Hardy's jacket was too loose

Within one classic short, they flung 3,000 cream pies on the set
We salute you, Sons of the Desert
With love and hisses, from Flying Elephants
With Laughing Gravy to Soup and Nuts
With Slipping Wives to Bacon Grabbers
Kings of the belly laugh, two comedy maestros