Fred rose from bed
And He said
“I will tread
Where no frog’s trod”.
So to it he sped
Himself he led
And he said
“Gonna climb the rod
To get street cred
So I can wed
Mandy” He said
“She’s such a mod
Her boyfriend Ned
Wants me dead
He has said
‘I’m a poor sod’
Made my eyes red
Full up I’m fed
The crap he’s said
That Mr Plod.
From A to Zed
She’s hot” Fred said
“Superbly created
Yum toady fly bod.
Her I’ve waited
So I’m fated
By wot I said
To my mate Todd
Now I dread
The dare I said
Betting my bread
I’d scale the rod
Now instead -
Feet of lead!”
“Get up” said Ed
Gave him the nod.
Up Fred sped
“Gone to my head
This height” he said
“Oh dear God
Tears please shed
Cause I dread
to fall” he said
“down on the sod”.
Brained here his head
Yet Fred’s not dead
For that he said
“Thanks be to God”.
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