A myriad of listless things,
Floating without wings,
Above my head.
Am I to select an object?
Perhaps a subject?
Choose for me Ted!
I hear a whisper from the shelves,
From pictures of elves,
Chanting my name.
Help me answer their pleas Ted...please?
Before they all freeze
Inside their frame.
To all readers, my name is Fred.
You might think I'm sped.
Everyone knows...
When my twin brother, Ted, left me,
I started to see
The big red nose...
