Frank Todo French-Fry
This is the story of the daredevil, Frank Todo French-Fry.
He thought he was special, thought he could fly
But one day he was taken and placed on my plate
He did not want to be eaten; he did not want this fate
So, with hope and courage he leapt to the floor
I was sad a fry had fallen from my plate, but it was okay ‘cause I had more
I picked up this fry, set him aside on a napkin to throw him away later
But my best friend Laura wanted to keep him, give him something greater
And thus he became, Laura’s pet fry
Known forever as Frank Todo French-Fry
And he lives in a small purse
Where he continually rehearses a blank verse
He ages, and decays, safely tucked away
Glad to have been saved that fateful day
From being eaten, tossed in the trash, or even forgotten
Now his moldy potato frame, is bandaged and rotten
But Frank Todo French-Fry still lives
To this very day, somewhere misplaced in storage, he still lives
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