FredA Poem by Alexia GrayNot really romance but wasn't sure where else to put it; a little bit of fun for a boring Sunday evening!Oh, Fred, how you taunt me, Each Sunday night at eight. You may not be the tallest, But your muscles are so great. Your cheeky chappy smile That I could never hate, And the hair styled so perfectly; That I would never berate. Oh how I wish and wish That like you, I could skate. But the problem is, I can't, For I've only been once to date. But still I go through all the other days, For the end of the week: I wait, Because oh, Fred, how you taunt me, Each Sunday night at eight. © 2009 Alexia GrayReviews
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