There was once a hat made of cheese;
unwanted by all but one with a goal to seize.
The smell of dairy put his peers into a funk,
But he didn't mind if the number of roommates shrunk -
He wanted to have the room to himself as he pleased!
Fredrick Muenster is his name,
Running wild with Toppats is his game.
How did he join the nefarious clan?
He stole flashy cars, wines, and a pan,
And the Packers, to which he felt no shame!
If asked why he chose the hat of dairy -
He would give an answer so slow and airy:
"Cheese is good for you in health and smell".
But this reply doesn't suit him well -
His allergy to cheese makes him wary!
A/N: I recently did an art piece featuring Fredrick and his infamous cheese hat, and felt the urge to write something silly with him as the star of the chapter. I didn't want to stop with just one limerick however and instead expanded the limerick count up to three, with a little backstory thrown in for fun and to give more insight into how he joined the Toppats. I like this guy in spite of his goofy attire haha.
Enjoy!
References:
-I'm not well-versed with gridiron, but very time I see Fredrick now, I can't help but picture him as a fan of Green Bay's home team, the Packers!