#Poetry #Poem
WHERE’S YOUR HEAD, FRED?
by Bill Kochman
01-06-2017
Once there was a slimeball,
Who went by the name of Fred,
He stayed up half the night,
Inventing gossip in his bed.
His tongue was just so nasty,
He filled everyone with dread,
Now one thing was for certain,
You never forgot a word he said.
People finally grew so tired,
They just wanted that man dead,
The judge agreed right quickly,
And that villain lost his head.
