Poor, Poor Freddie
Freddie, tipsy, and it showed
Freddie lived across the road
Freddie knew she would explode
Freddie was a big, fat toad
Frannie waited in the bog
Frannie worried ‘bout the fog
Freddie, out and drinking grog
Frannie was a fretful frog
Freddie thought he had the jump
Freddie launched off from the stump
Driver didn’t hear the thump
Now poor Freddie’s not so plump
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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