Christmas time (a poem written by me)

Christmas time

Good bye Freddie

Good bye cold spaghetti

Good bye to his Christmas time

Send prayers to his kitty

In this itty bitty city

He got shot in the neck but he’s fine

But when he fell to the floor

He hit his head and

His body couldn’t take it anymore

Good bye Freddie

Said he to his reflection

He got eaten by ants to his core

Flying away to leave 

the broken home

Leaving Freddie's body alone

Maybe it is better than the things he’s known

I’d hope at least he’d think the same

Ants need more than ever

In the harsh of winter

Now their savin the space of a funeral service

Look what decay saves

Bet that nutrients is tasty

Freddie would be proud to be

The source of trees and paper

And money but he

Wasn’t quite proud of nothin

Not his work nor his son

Nothing that he’s ever done

He was succumbing to misery

Good bye Freddie

Good bye cold spaghetti

Good bye to his Christmas time

Send prayers to his kitty

In this itty bitty city

He thinks he’ll go to heaven this time.

So now you call his phone and get a bunch of bologna

He didn’t even know me

At all

Though I knew the ants that ate him

For I did create them

And I taught them how to crawl

And swim away

Good bye Freddie

Good bye cold spaghetti

Good bye to his Christmas time

Send prayers to his kitty

In this itty bitty city

He got shot in the neck but he’s fine

But when he fell to the floor

He hit his head and

His body couldn’t take it anymore

Good bye Freddie

Said he to his reflection

Guess he won’t have to say bye no more

Send prayers to his kitty

In this itty bitty city

For he hath starved to hunger by now