Ode to Bob

The last bid!
The last hurrah!
The last hysteric lady,
To crush your ribs in adoration
And wish they had your baby!

We'll miss your mic,
Your perma hair, and pocket full of cash.
We've loved the witty repertoire,
And the pet population flash.

The cycle's spun,
The Plinko's dropped,
The yodeler's hiked too far.
What will you do, oh Sandler handler,
Now you've given your last car?

May your retired days
Be no less exciting than the hours on TV.
May your funds be never overdrawn,
And a dollar under be.