Albert and Freddy

I wrote this poem as a letter for my brother one day when I couldn't think of anything to say. It's a true story put to rhyme, intended to provide you with a laugh and a smile. 

The Story of Albert and Freddy

Albert lived in a crack in the wall,

so cozy and warm, safe and small. 

Until one day, he took quite a fall

into the boxes below. 

For Albert of course, it was quite a soft landing.

'Twas not long at all before Albert was standing.

A smart guy was Albert, so he began searching

his way to the open air.

Once free of constraint he was disoriented.

His sense of direction was warped and quite dented.

To the lusts of his nose he finally reletned,

and started coming my way. 

Two yards away I was hard at work

trying to settle a desigining quirk.

I took no heed for what behind me might lurk,

as I hummed a tune in my mind.

I heard a scuffle and turned around,

and there was Albert upon the ground.

Too startled to move or make a sound,

I knew I'd found a friend!

“Albert!” I cried, “How are you my dear?”

And oh! How he ran away in great fear.

His startled reaction brought to me a tear,

for he was a really cute mouse.

Now that would be the end of this song

had darling Freddy not come along.

Of course his career, he'd chosen quite wrong,

and became a source of speculation.

Freddy, you see, was by nature a thief.

Bred and born with a firm belief

of ne'er turning o'er a new leaf.

Well see how it ended for him.

He found his way to a plastic house

specially designed for his type of mouse.

Chewing and scratching our attention he roused

as he munched on his special green poison.

We heard no more from Albert the rodent,

and from Freddy was left just a nasty scent.

So from this poem I will finally relent.

And let you get back to your life.