Fred
30 March, 2008
Author: Cody Christopher
I once knew a man named Fred
who went down to his bed
and he said
to his friend named Jed
Were is my head Jed
he said its dead Fred
Its Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead
Fred stooped down to his bed
put a gun up to his head
and said
Do you thank the world would mind
Or would it be so blind
that it was ever so kind
If I was to pronounce my self dead
here in bed
with out my head
Thoughts of blood oozing from my bed
took off and fled
Like a sled
Running through the hills of the dead
Lying here in bed
Wandering the future of my head
Tell me Jed
Do you thank ill be missed
Or will I be kissed
Or will they even be a little pissed
Do you thank the dead
will welcome me in there bed
Lying here without my head
Tell me Jed
What will become of me and my head
and he said
That is yet to be said
Fred
------- Author's Notes -------
This was like 1 of the first poems I wrote in 2004. I wanted to challenge my self and make the last letter of the last word in each line end with the letter D. I was going through some tough stuff at the time with a girl. Tell me what you thank |
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