Who from sources of impeccable credentials he had heard was responsible for Tuesday’s faulty plan.
Having audited his inbox, with its plethora of mail from a host of disenchanted, irate folk,
All complaining that this Tuesday was defective at the best, and in some cases “beyond a bloody joke”,
This obliging, self-appointed, quasi-ombudsman set off by balloon (as was expected by the crowds
Who with rousing and absurd rendition of "La Marseillaise", sent him on his way up to the darkening clouds).
But while struggling to hold his course against prevailing winds, clumsy Frederick fell out from up on high,
Landing somewhat luckily upon the green and scaly back of a dragon flying fortunately by.
After hurried introductions and apologies to boot, Fred requested that the dragon set him down
Somewhere close to where the architect of Tuesday’s disarray had his office in the posher part of town.
But the dragon, feeling peckish, as it was around mid-day, flat refused to acquiesce to Fred’s request,
And without a by-your-leave it scoffed poor Fred down in one gulp, leaving no time for the poor chap to protest.
Well the moral of this story is a little bit obscure, and one Fred the Meddler did not learn, alas:
Tuesdays often are a little disappointing I have found and it’s best to keep your head down ‘til they pass.
Copyright © 2014 Jonathan Humble