Well, it Rhymes, Dunnit? by Marty Hirst | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments My dog Fred’s dead. Me Mum said: “He’d just been fed; went to bed, and woke up dead.” Fred had no street cred, Anyway. Submit a Comment Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.