Best Freddy Poems
Sometimes he sits, a little forlorn,
handsome and elegant, gently worn.
He’s shy, it’s true--but full of grace,
a quiet comfort in my resting place.
And when I see his tender smile,
my worries fade, if just a while.
With the biggest blue eyes--so wide, so true,
he never lies, not ever to you.
He’s been there through my laughs and tears,
so lovable, kind, through all these years.
When he was given, I felt so blessed--
do you know who he is? Have you guessed?
His name is Freddy--
and he is my Teddy.
Alesia Leach © 5/2014
Freddy the Fly
Meandering on
the ceiling one day,
Suddenly got a "heads up!"
He glimpsed from
three hundred or so,
Of his left side eyes,
A sight guaranteed
To make a fly's fear
rise.
For there was Sidney
The Spider...
Just "Hanging Around"
On his "Web Site"
Couple of sets of
Spider eyes,
Watching a Spider delight...
A potential self delivered meal
What a Spider deal!!!
He waved to Freddy
In a "Come Hither" way,
With as close to
a smile, a spider
is able to make...
But Freedy was
a "Fly Of The World"
And knew an invitation
He should not take...
So Freddy buzzed around
In teasing Sid,
Turns out,
A dumb thing he did...
Suddenly a psssstt...
A mist,
By Black Flag spray,
This fly was kissed.
He spiralled down
In a fly crash landing
Found himself...
Barely standing...
He survived, but now had
Em-fly-sema
His wings would never again
Flap as fast...
He resolved venvenge
On evil Sidney...
For distracting him so much...
He'd find a way to take
The day...
There would be revenge's
touch.
(To be continued....in......
"The Amazing Adventures Of Freddy the Fly"!!!)
Freddy Mercury
Wanted to live forever
Knowing he must die.
His voice, his music
Is still alive forever
Even though he died.
You may cry
And the dead may rise
But my love for you
Can never die
The birds stopped singing
The river stopped running
All I hear
Is the little children burning
How is it?
When the nights goes by
They all sing
They all cry
I hold my hand out
For you to take
But all you do
Is make it break
My eyes are bleeding out
My tears are going dry
You beat me
Till I die
My lips are trembling
I can not breathe
I’m going blind
Can not see
The hounds are howling
The children screaming
It’s a nightmare
Everyone is pleading
It’s time to wake up
But Death is with you
Will you survive?
Or does Freddy have you?
*THIS IS NOT MY STORY, BUT IT IS A STORY I THINK EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW!
There was a man working at our school. No one knew he was. The teachers kept a close eye
on him while he worked outside around the school property.
Two weeks into the school year, an 8-year-old girl came up to the man and said, "What is
your name sir?"
The man smiled at the little girl and said, "Freddy."
"Would you like to play hide and seek with us", the girl asked.
Freddy bowed his head and covered his eyes, "Thirty...twenty-nine..."
The little girl's face light up with excitement, and she went and got her friends, and they hid
around the school.
"...Three...two...one...ready or not. Here I come"
Freddy looked around the school saying, "One...two...Freddy's comin for you..." Freddy was
unsuccessful in finding the children. So, he went down to the cellar where he lived and saw a
little girl hiding under the table. "There ya are", said Freddy. The girl sprung up from the
table with excitement. "That was fun", the girl said. "Do you know any other games we could
play?" Freddy thought for a second, "Well, if you can keep a secret, I'll take you to a place
that no one else knows of." The girl vowed to keep it a secret.
Hours passed, and the little girl returned home from school. She ran to her parents,
crying. "What's wrong?" her mother asked. "There's this man at school. He took me to his
cave, and did something terrible." The mother and fathers faces burned with anger. "What
did he do to you?" the father demanded. The girl turned around, lifted up her shirt, and there
were four giant cuts, like from a bear claw, going across her back.
Hours passed, and a group of parents got together to confront Freddy. Freddy saw them
coming, and ran to an old abandoned mill. Freddy ran inside, with the parents running after
him with bats and knives. He locked the door, and the parents filled bottles with gasoline,
light them on fire, and threw them in the window. Freddy was burned to death, and the
parents kept that terrible act their secret.
Flash Freddy from Geringong,
Dress sense always looked so wrong,
Polka-dot tie and made up face,
Curled up shoes, hair out of place,
He's been in the circus for too long.
Authors note: Gerringong is a town In NSW, Australia
Both Freddy and Frieda Flea
Had an itch and felt the need
To leave their home on Beagle back
So they packed their bags while Fido napped
They'd heard magical tales of the Big Top
Since their larva days on top the pup
They weren't here this time to clown around
As they found themselves circus bound
They hitched a ride in a hobos beard
Too no telling who knows where
But one thing that is perfectly clear
Both those fleas are outta here
Along the way they purchased needs
In a marketplace made just for fleas
Like underwear and mint toothpaste
Soap on a Rope to wash their face
Plus deodorant, quite a bit
You need a lot of it when you've got 6 pits
The rumor mill can be very mean
Fleas, after all, are fairly clean
After a day of personal shopping
It was all aboard for more beard hopping
Riding that hobo from coast to coast
In this their new hairy chateau
As circuses go they started their own
Advertising on the hobos back cause he never turns around
Over time their acts they've modified
As the flaming hoops set the hobos beard on fire
Now with Freddy as Ring Master and Frieda on trapeze
They are the Greatest Show On Earth, at least among fleas
Freddy Farkle, fumbling forecaster for Forestville,
friggin' fudged Friday forecast....fair?!
first florid felicitous, falling flurries followed,
froze flowers, foiled!
faraway farmhouse, furrowing farmland,
frigid fanny, furious, frustrated,
frumpy, frazzled!
furry forest friends furnished flannel frock,
finding Freddy's fails funny, frivolity,
fortunately frequent fallible forecasts
found Freddy flying faraway,
fallaciously forecasting for fermented folks!
There once was a man named Freddy
whom everyone like to call Eddy
He put on a wig he'd thought everyone dig
and he now goes by the name of Betty
Good ol' Freddy, always ready,
Though he don't know why,
He should even try,
One day Freddy decided
it was time for a change,
So he went to an entomologist,
to see if he could arrange,
To be turned into a mosquito,
Now isn't that strange?
He thought if his word had
more of a bite,
He would start feeling all right,
But the Doctor said no,
As a fly you must go,
Now please get out of my sight!!
Dapper Freddy,
the house fly
and this is a fly
not prone to lie
he does buzz around
at breakneck speed
he wears his crown
a fly-king, indeed
a cinch for him
to ceiling walk
or climb up walls
he can even fly-talk!!
yes Freddy is cool,
he really is
just passed my eyes
he sure did wiz
well Freddy was in search
of a Mrs. Freddy Fly
tired of being a bachelor
I don't know why
he did woo his share
of lovely gnats
everytime one went by
he'd remove his hats
Freddy was also brave,
fearing not insect spray
nor swift used swatter
the more he was hunted
the more his temperature got hotter
one day Freddy will likely die
perhaps his fly-body landing
on a window sill
seems the place they end up
more oft than not
even without an insect spray shot
so go on your merry way for now,
Freddy Fly, my dear little fly-friend
just stay away from my food
or meet your Freddy Fly end!!
Palms sweaty not knowing what to expect,
As I met a stranger from another land,
Welcome him willingly not knowing how to react,
A costly introduction by a childhood friend,
From a tasteless first impression, I let out a sigh,
But it starts to hit me as the minutes tick by,
He grows on you as the moments peaked high,
Start seeing yourself in him, what a solid little guy!
An anxious calm begins to flood within,
As I sat immersing myself with new sight,
The deeper I dwelled, comforts blooming with him,
To the point my existence feels exactly right.
A whole day spent in the awe of company,
Such lucidity in every of our conversations,
Everything changed and kept as I fell in reverie,
Experiencing life fully in augmentation,
As the day end and goodbyes shaking away,
I felt new hope, a beginning of something great,
Tuning out thankful, his voice fading into play,
Never going back from this resurrecting state.
Yup, just as you probably suspected, ol' Freddy the Fly did not yet die. Oh me, Oh
my!! But he did get a Fly-Eye-Sty, from landing in the Fly-Mai-Tai.
Now when you are a fly,
And you get a fly-sty,
It's major trouble,
Cause your 1000 part Fly-eye
Will mean a 1000 part Fly-Eye Good-Bye,
Well Freddy's problem resolved
into a Freddy the Fly Eye Sty,
And it brought pain and discomfort
to his Fly-Guy Fly Eye...
He thought it brought on a small plus,
That he could not see Nicole Fly
Go Fly By, therefore Freddy
The Fly did not have to Fly-cry
And lose his last fly's guy's
ounce of Fly-dentity
So he went to the fly-eye-doctor,
Dr. Frankenfly, to inquire why
His fly-eye-sty, wouldn't let
him fly-cry, and if by and by,
His fly-eye-sty would liquefy in his
Fly-eye, and thus he could
say a fly-goodbye to his fly-sty eye
So Dr. Frankenfly put fly-eye-drops
in Freddy the Fly's eye
And 1000 drops for each fly-eye
was necessifly'd for all those
multiple fly- eye- pieces of
Freddy the Fly's Fly-eye
And this was costly,
as you know why,
When Freddy the Fly,
got his fly-eye Dr. bill,
Freddy the Fly began to cry
He could not keep a dry fly eye
So as it turned out,
Freddy did Fly-lie,
and told Dr. Frankenfly
He'd send a check on by
In the blink of a fly-eye.
And off he flew,
And I tell you,
No sign of Freddy the Fly
was ever caught by any fly-eye.
Let's just hope our Freddy Fly
Did not fly-die.
I remember back when I was young. I was a difficult kid who spoke outta tongue.
Now I got a song that has to be sung. Wish I could go back when the school bell rung.
When you age it's only about money. Regret not going because, my nose was runny.
What bills is next the cable, or internet? Get my school work done then I'll be set.
There's so much on my plate no free time. Rainy days we would play in mud and grime.
These words and, dreams are all that's left. Gloating about my jawline, my unique cleft.
Now I worry if I will survive another rent? I'm dead broke and the moneys spent.
At least I can be happy inside this mind. Don't regret the childhood can never rewind.
My bodies unhealthy need to take my med. From inside this stomach. My kidney bled. No more soda and take away the beer. Dad needs stick around to hold my boy dear.
Oh how I hate being trapped inside the prisoners den. For you my son I'll always win.
Oh how I hate being trapped inside the prisoners den. For you my son I'll always win.
I'll shall never fall shall never cave. Just promise me. You'll never be a used up slave.
I'll shall never fall shall never cave. Just promise me. You'll never be a used up slave.
I give my all everything I possibly can. Kid your going to grow into a upstanding man.
Don't let this world tell you no you can't. It's something society will try and, plant.
There gonna tell you this is how it has to be. Forget there ideas form a beautiful tree.
Your first job won't be the only. Kick them to the curb say you will never own me.
Your my child you came from me. I already know the greatness that they will see.
Do this for yourself and not for me. Unlock your mind and, set those dreams free!
Oh how I hate being trapped inside the prisoners den. For you my son I'll always win.
Oh how I hate being trapped inside the prisoners den. For you my son I'll always win.
I'll shall never fall shall never cave. Just promise me. You'll never be a used up slave.
I'll shall never fall shall never cave. Just promise me. You'll never be a used up slave.
Freddy the Fly,
Now back from the moon,
Noticed on his calendar,
That it was now June...
The wedding month,
thought our dear Freddy,
But a fly has a short life,
So then, before I'm dead,
I gotta' find a fly-wife!!
So Freddy flew
all abouts the world
Searching for,
the perfect fly-girl
Finally he was rewarded,
When Nicole Fly he did meet,
He got so excited,
He stepped on her fly-feet
But the attraction seemed mutual,
Like a fly to horse manure,
But when they did converse,
They both were very sure,
Freddy proposed his
fly matrimonial hope,
Nicole said yes, let's
go elope....
But a wise Freddy the fly,
Did look her in the eye,
He knew she'd someday
regret,
Such a simple way to beget,
So he told her of his plan,
For the biggest fly-wedding
in all the land,
The solemn day came real quick,
A Sunday wedding, they did pick
And as it did unfold,
This story I was told,
He'd waited for her hand to hold,
To place on her fly-hand the ring gold,
Dressed in his little fly-tux,
Fly guests tried to hold their yucks,
And Nicole, in her fly gown,
Flew about, then up, then down,
To land on the fly-alter,
Not for a fly minute did she falter,
Said, "Yes, Fly Priest, I do!!...
And if's all the same to you.....
Would you get off my fly wedding cake,
It took so long for the fly-baker to make"
And Freddy's anxious to leave at once,
On a fly honeymoon, for sure,
But, alas, I almost forgot-
No "moon" in the honeymoon- no more!
For Freddy had eatten the romantic moon,
It tasted like sh_t, and it did ruin,
The moonlight for kissing was there no more,
So to fly-sleep they went,
and soon began to fly-snore.....
Now a Freddy Fly's snore is an event to behold,
At least as a fly-story, we've been told
Nicole , she couldn't sleep
As Freddy fly-snored deep,
She flew off and let the fly groom,
Wake up next fly-day to fly-gloom!