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Famous Fred Poems by Famous Poets

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...As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
his underwear goes on his head.
His mother laughs, "Don't put it there,
a head's no place for underwear!"
But near his ears, above his brains,
is where Fred's underwear remains.

At night when Fred goes back to bed,
he deftly plucks it off his head.
His mother switches off the light
and softly croons, "Good night! Good night!"
And then,...Read more of this...
by Prelutsky, Jack



...hed into the street below-
Which happened to be Savile Row.

When help arrived, among the dead
Were Cousin Mary, Little Fred,
The Footmen (both of them), the Groom,
The man that cleaned the Billiard-Room,
The Chaplain, and the Still-Room Maid.
And I am dreadfully afraid
That Monsieur Champignon, the Chef,
Will now be permanently deaf-
And both his aides are much the same;
While George, who was in part to blame,
Received, you will regret to hear,
A nasty lump behind the ear.

...Read more of this...
by Belloc, Hilaire
...Drake is going west, lads
So Tom is going East
But tiny Fred
Just lies in bed,
The lazy little beast....Read more of this...
by Milligan, Spike
...When little Fred went to bed,  He always said his prayers;He kissed mamma, and then papa,  And straightway went upstairs....Read more of this...
by Goose, Mother
...Jill. Fred phoned. He can't make tonight.
He said he'd call again, as soon as poss.
I said (on your behalf) OK, no sweat.
He said to tell you he was fine,
Only the crap, he said, you know, it sticks,
The crap you have to fight.
You're sometimes nothing but a walking shithouse.

I was well acquainted with the pong myself,
I told him, and I counselled calm.
Don't le...Read more of this...
by Pinter, Harold



...rub at Carmody's, a score of years ago. 

At shearing time no penners-up would curse their fate and weep, 
For Fragrant Fred -- the billy-goat -- was trained to lead the sheep; 
And racing down the rattling chutes the bleating mob would go 
Behind their horned man from Cook's, a score of years ago. 

An owner of the olden time, his patriarchal shed 
Was innocent of all machines or gadgets overhead: 
And pieces, locks and super-fleece together used to go 
To fill the bales at ...Read more of this...
by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...“Yes, do,”
Both the Coles said together. Mrs. Cole
Added: “You can judge better after seeing.—
I want you here with me, Fred. Leave him here,
Brother Meserve. You know to find your way
Out through the shed.”

“I guess I know my way,
I guess I know where I can find my name
Carved in the shed to tell me who I am
If it don’t tell me where I am. I used
To play—”

“You tend your horses and come back.
Fred Cole, you’re going to let him!”

“Well, aren’t you?
How can you help yoursel...Read more of this...
by Frost, Robert
...bb's on the run 
up from Tamworth-Thunderbolt at the top of Hungry Hill, 
and I give him a wink. I wouoldn't wait long, Fred, 
not if I was you. The troopers are just behind, 
coming for that job at the Hillgrove. He went like a luny, 
him on his big black horse. 

Oh, they slide and they vanish 
as he shuffles the years like a pack of conjuror's cards. 
True or not, it's all the same; and the frost on the roof 
cracks like a whip, and the back-log break into ash. 
Wake, old ...Read more of this...
by Wright, Judith
...I shouldn't act like this;
But after all, she cannot see,
And ignorance is bliss."

Yet Jill at that same moment was
In Fred's embrace close caught,
And just a little sad because
Of sweetheart Jack she thought.
"Poor dear," she sighed, "he loves me so,
And what's a little kiss?
Or two or three - he'll never know,
And ignorance is bliss."

Now in fond wedlock all is well,
Though in their nuptial bed,
Jack's thought will sometimes stray to Nell,
And Jill's to handsome Fred.
Yet...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...A pathetic tragedy I will relate,
Concerning poor Fred. Marsden's fate,
Who suffocated himself by the fumes of gas,
On the 18th of May, and in the year of 1888, alas! 

Fred. Marsden was a playwright, the theatrical world knows,
And was highly esteemed by the people, and had very few foes;
And in New York, in his bedroom, he took his life away,
And was found by his servant William in his bedroom where he la...Read more of this...
by McGonagall, William Topaz
...soldier boys;
As up the street we come,
Wonderful is our noise!
There's Tom, and Jim, and Phil,
And Dick, and Nat, and Fred,
While Widow Cutler's Bill
And I march on ahead,
With a r-r-rat-tat-tat
And a tum-titty-um-tum-tum -
Oh, there's bushels of fun in that
For boys with a little red drum!

The Injuns came last night
While the soldiers were abed,
And they gobbled a Chinese kite
And off to the woods they fled!
The woods are the cherry-trees
Down in the orchard lot,
And the ...Read more of this...
by Field, Eugene
..."He gave her class. She gave him sex." 
 -- Katharine Hepburn on Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers 

He gave her money. She gave him head. 
He gave her tips on "aggressive growth" mutual funds. She gave him a red rose 
 and a little statue of eros. 
He gave her Genesis 2 (21-23). She gave him Genesis 1 (26-28). 
He gave her a square peg. She gave him a round hole. 
He gave her Long Beach on a late Sunday in September. She ga...Read more of this...
by Lehman, David
...oy's come home.

There's Mrs. Burke, she has her Ted,
But less the sight of his two eyes;
And Mrs. Smith - you know her Fred -
They took his legs off at the thighs.
How can these women happy be,
For all their bravery of talk,
One with a son who cannot see,
One with a boy who'll never walk.

I should be happier than they;
My lad came back without a scar,
And all the folks are proud they say,
To greet their hero of the war.
So in the gentle eventide
I'll give God thanks my Bert...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...nd Sis and little Chris, they stops at home with me, 
And Sal has married Greenhide Bill that breaks for Bidgeree. 
And Fred is drovin' Conroy's sheep along the Castlereagh 
And Charley's shearin' down the Bland, and Peter is away." 

The lawyer wrote the details down in ink of legal blue -- 
"There's Minnie, Susan, Christopher, they stop at home with you; 
There's Sarah, Frederick and Charles, I'll write to them today, 
But what about the other son -- the one who is away? 

...Read more of this...
by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...s: 

 Could but by Sunday morn 
Her gay new gown come, meads might dry to dun, 
 Trains shriek till ears were torn, 
If Fred would not prefer that Other One....Read more of this...
by Hardy, Thomas
...s in St. Jo!

Ah me, old Davenport is gone, of fickle fame forgot,
And Barrett sleeps forever in a much neglected spot;
Fred Warde, the papers tell me, in far woolly western lands
Still flaunts the banner of high Tragic Art at one-night stands;
And Jack and I, in Charley Hoyt's Bostonian dramas wreak
Our vengeance on creation at some eensty dolls per week.
By which you see that public taste has fallen mighty low
Since we fought as Roman soldiers with Brutus in St. Jo!...Read more of this...
by Field, Eugene

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