Not Only is He Handsome, He's a Poet

Sometimes my hubby gets up and leaves for work before the rest of us are up in the morning. He usually leaves a note letting us know if we need to feed the animals. This morning he left coffee, the Sunday paper and this note.

There once was a guy named Fred,
who made sure his animals were fed.
He made his own lunch,
Including bananas from a bunch,
And got the paper for his wife,
the Slug-a-bed.

Honestly.