Alfie in the Drowning Fred

Fred for certain was all the way Alfie in his way Women were a fixture, but Fred could be refined To the torment touch of beauty in its fading fateless discothe'que challenge Leisure was Fred's brown eyed worry, because engineers simply have to work Douglas Aircraft I suppose was just a little bit better than grass to Fred He ran his world from a yardstick of self While letting his Pickett'e Slide Rule slide Always enough to stay silent Over the shined measured frame In the glass of people problems It was that neat combed black hair with a part, that I guess made a difference in Fred Crossing the Los Angeles beaches in the sixties; Fred was lean and handsome, and I liked him Though Fred appeared stiff; though no-one can read a city bed through thoughts on nature Anyway Fred had the lotus ladies after his doom While Fred complained that he would completely be ruined without incest So Fred split for Washington State A direction he declaimed in general But before Fred was gone; with somewhat more than a dollar on bets that Fred wouldn't, I stole pitchers of beer for us In the Venice Oar House Tavern Floating among the loud Bach... I got back to our table in time For Fred's nod to mention a fag, that really knew it in his bones And due to a grin from her shoulder blades We did a jig on the peanuts above All mankind's shades on the bar

I was very sorry To loose Fred's Alfie When he winked his last time for me explaining, just how he didn't know why people wanted to make love into something sensible Whiskey worker eyes given to being streightforward: A popular fellow Named The Great White Fox Later told me about Fred getting married up in Seattle Laid off by Boeing Fred got sucked under forever by his high rubber boots, while fishing a stream... On unemployment compensation