Deemed a beloved son by the city crowd,
It appeared he was a champion of the arts.
A well dressed fellow seasoned in civics, also an art lover loud.
Mayor Gene Fredrickson adored them all - libraries, sculptures, and ancient hearts.
Oh he was a crafty fellow for he worked behind a cloud.
Now he was to hustle for his Toppats, and this is where his story starts -
Diamond of Tunisia gleamed so brightly, behind a glassy shroud.
A/N: No, this is not a post-April Fool's joke. This is a real poem starring a fictional mayor with a Toppat background and a 'what could have been' trivia behind him. For those who don't know, Gene Fredrickson was originally conceptualized to be an inside man for Reginald, Right Hand Man and Ellie. They were going to steal the diamond, and he was their contact and the brains behind the operation. I took a bit of that history and incorporated it into this ekphrastic-acrostic hybird. Enjoy!