Poor Old Fred Poem by Charles M Moore
Poor Old Fred
Rating: ★5.0
Poor old Fred the lonely egg
wished his brother wasn't dead
but little Jenny smashed his head
and stabbed his body with her bread.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: old,brother,lonely
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10/28/2026 6:47:53 AM # rel_20261026T125300Z_a7741e1
This made me think I shouldn't have eggs for breakfast - but the poor dears are so cold in the refrigerator. Marvelous write. Particularly, as I'd just read about your pigs. Some mornings you wake up knowing thing have gone horribly wrong.