On Friday Freddie Freud the fraud fried food
For Frank the fat friar in the frayed attire,
But Freddie made Frank frantic, frankly rude,
From friend to foe, when Frank’s front fence caught fire.
The liar fooled the frail and ailing friar,
For, fully fearing he’d made Frank incensed,
He fuelled the fire further, flinging the fryer
Far higher, and the flaming fat, dispensed,
Flagrantly frazzled Frank’s fantastic fenced
French-style front porch, torched, scorched. Frenziedly crude,
Frank frowned, pounding ex-friend Fred’s head by a
Firm fist of five fingers; Fred was unsensed.
For future Fridays, Fred’s fry-ups eschewed,
Frank tried fresh fruit. Fred said he’d be the buyer.
Fri 17 Aug 2007
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