The bustling large full house
had always been in disarray
since Fred's beloved former spouse
left and moved away.
As I arrived to my dismay
the house was empty; I felt deprived.
With Fred and friends all away,
It was too quiet when I arrived.
I waited hours for them to come in.
Nobody showed up of the noisy bunch.
I tired of TV, then moved to the den
where what I saw made me lose my lunch.
I concluded the use of the exercise machine
bouncing around made the wall vibrate.
Upon Fred on this machine to get lean,
The hanging boat anchor had fallen, I'm afraid.
Right down on Fred, the thing pierced his chest
in a fountain of blood, and all of the rest.
Not asleep on the floor, Fred did not snore.
This was not the Fred we knew any more.
Fred was dead, with no more need
of this machine to look his best.
Peaceful now, we all agreed,
Fred was at his best at rest.
Ellis
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(Not True)
Written November 22nd, 2005
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Whoa!
It's like Dr. Suess, with a Tim Burton twist to the end
Wicked write.
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lmfao
I'm glad I moved the treadmill out to the pole shed last week. LOL! You are such a witty, lovely poet Ellis. I always love reading your stuff. LOL! I loved this.- Harp -
you just put me off buying a treadmill
Poor fredie, only when he is dead you decide that he is at his best, but should have known better.
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I agree with Sarah, no pain no gain, but you must know when to call it quits. Good Luck.
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no pain no gain? lol
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