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Adam Gibbs

Frederick's Final Fantasy

Now Frederick lived in a little world of fantasy
that formerly led him to think he could fly.
And, not realising that this was a fallacy
he looked for a point that was high.
So he climbed up a pharos and threw himself forth
while simultaneously flapping his arms
and was fortunate to land on a microlight heading North
that saved him from all manner of harms.

And thus it was that Frederick's outlook remained jolly
for he had been given no reason to realise his folly.

This fantasy world that Frederick occupied
it is my feeling that this might
be the reason, that down the pub, suitably fortified,
our Frederick thought he could fight.
So a fellow bacchant he flicked on the ear
then fell as the man began to turn
who hit the next fella calmly drinking his beer
and got both thrown out of the tavern.

And thus it was that Frederick retained an outlook illusory
for he had been given no reason to realise his foolery.

So Frederick still lived in this fantasy world
where he felt he was a virile specimen
and, unfortunately this feeling further unfurled,
that Frederick was God's gift to women.
So it was that he came across the local virago
while imbued with a fatal pluck.
She had left many men no doubt where they could go
but Frederick fancied his luck.

And thus it was that Frederick finally realised his lunacy
and fortunately when recovered that was Frederick's final fantasy.