A certain film comedian, who gave the world much fun,
Whose actual weight in flesh and bones is somewhere near a ton,
Thought he, too, should laugh a bit, and have a little play;
His chosen date, so I am told, was on last Labor Day.
He sent out invitations to his numerous actor friends,
And said if thou wouldst have some fun, wilst thou then attend?
Attend they did, and fun they had, and everything went well
Until one girl, from a nearby room, from pains began to yell.
“Roscoe hurt me badly, I can hardly get my breath,”
But the drunks paid no attention—they had no thought of death.