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Array ( [sid] => 44833 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Touchdown Fred [time] => 2004-04-25 22:41:23 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The team was at the big game,
if they lose their seasons dead.
But they had a secret weapon,
in a man called touchdown Fred.

His strong arm and lightning legs,
put other teams to shame.
But on this drive he lost the ball
and his belly was to blame.

You see Fred's a real big eater,
but he burnt it off real fast.
Although he ate before the game,
it just didn't seem to last.

Fred walked off the ball field,
dragging both his feet.
Then the coach called time-out,
so a tired Fred could eat.

When the game could wait no longer,
the coach was turning red.
Fred was still a eating,
a large pizza with chessy bread.

It quickly filled his belly
and now Fred was standing tall.
The coach said how you feeling,
he said just give me the ball.

He ran it for a touchdown,
behind his blockers Phil and Ted.
The whistle blew and they won the game, thanks to a man called touchdown Fred.

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Touchdown Fred

Contributed by skinsfan on Sunday, 25th April 2004 @ 10:41:23 PM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry

The team was at the big game,
if they lose their seasons dead.
But they had a secret weapon,
in a man called touchdown Fred.

His strong arm and lightning legs,
put other teams to shame.
But on this drive he lost the ball
and his belly was to blame.

You see Fred's a real big eater,
but he burnt it off real fast.
Although he ate before the game,
it just didn't seem to last.

Fred walked off the ball field,
dragging both his feet.
Then the coach called time-out,
so a tired Fred could eat.

When the game could wait no longer,
the coach was turning red.
Fred was still a eating,
a large pizza with chessy bread.

It quickly filled his belly
and now Fred was standing tall.
The coach said how you feeling,
he said just give me the ball.

He ran it for a touchdown,
behind his blockers Phil and Ted.
The whistle blew and they won the game, thanks to a man called touchdown Fred.

Copyright © skinsfan ... [ 2004-04-25 22:41:23]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Touchdown Fred (User Rating: 1 )
by lil_angel on Sunday, 25th April 2004 @ 10:54:34 PM AEST
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This is really good! Great job!

Re: Touchdown Fred (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 26th April 2004 @ 12:03:43 AM AEST
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feed him up and watch him go! notch up another good one!

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