The Beginnings of a Great Story

(I never finished this, but here's a silly little something-or-other I've had laying around for a long time.)

There once was a man named Fred
Who lived on a bus in a shed.
Three antennae had he
And it filled him with glee
To cover his bagels with a buttery spread.
The shoes on his ears,
O! How little they were,
But he loved them so much all the same.
And if ever they matched,
He would bake a new batch
Of bagels, and hide them in trees.