Author's Note:
Disclaimer: Courage the Cowardly Dog and Freaky Fred belong to Cartoon Network and John R. Dilworth. I also used two lines from the episode titled "Freaky Fred" at the end.
I usually don't write rhyming poetry, but here it goes! :D This is the story of Fred's past, solely according to me, a lowly fan.
I drew the pic =3=
The Story of Freaky Fred
I am here to tell a tale
At which sad tale my face goes pale
But my glad grin will never fail
I'll warn you, I've been quite... naughty.
I was once a boy, with bright, glad eyes
My, my, I see now how time flies!
I'm at a foster home when my mother dies
And there I become quite... naughty.
Like a normal boy I felt quite alone
But to introversion I am prone
I discovered a way to shift my tone
And delighted in being... naughty.
I stole sweet toys, like dolls and bears
And examined them, their bows and flairs
And after fondling their soft, fake hairs
I used scissors and was... naughty.
A few years and my toys were gone
Confiscated 'fore the dawn
They took my refuge, my grin was wan,
I had no way to be... naughty.
The nights were slow and filled with pain
I soon forgot how it felt to be sane
I missed my mum, my dad, I ne'er
Felt peaceful, but always... naughty.
Oh dear, I feel my smile is sad
I hope you don't think my story's bad
However, I've just started and
My story is yet to be... naughty.
The next few years are but a blur
But I do remember attacking her
And hungrily pulling hair as per
My craving... very naughty.
I won't say I'm not ashamed
But I will say I can't be blamed
My mind was, and is still, I'm afraid
Hazy, crazed and... naughty.
But what do I know of such things?
I live in an asylum, you see.
Well after that, they knew I was mad
And called a uniform bunch of lads
Who bundled me and bound my hands
They knew I had been... naughty.
We drove away and out of sight
My new home was ahead, and quite
Pleasant, yes, and very white.
I never more was naughty...
Well... maybe not never...