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Outfoxed

it takes a fox to catch a fox 
so tell herod that hillter is dead
Geof Guthner a proud futher more a seduction of the haraalot
purple is the platform as they fuel up nomitated me to s[peak up
as they sneak by i reach for a sylobol
reacher has a quill in his hand
the pen is mightier than

Categories: outfoxed, 11th grade,
Form: Chant Royal

Outfoxed In the Henhouse

I'm compelled to view some media, such as,
    FAUX NEWS, like an illusion they portrayed.
Since their deception is masterfully crafted,
    With multiple diversions . . . & truth is belayed.

As if by magic, they've given an audience,
    Tasty morsels of manna, to satisfy heartache.
While they coddle

Categories: outfoxed, political,
Form: Rhyme

I Outfoxed Them

They probably thought the elders would go quietly.
Everyone over fifty got a pink slip on the same week.
But one was not enough. We also received two emails.
And a registered letter, letting us know we were gone.

This would be our last month. We were terminated.
I attended a union meeting.
Exchanged phone numbers with two other seasoned women.
I

Categories: outfoxed, age,
Form: Prose Poetry

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Outfoxed By a Goat and a Drone

I sent my drone out to do some spying.
She came back and reported a cow lay dying.
I looked at her tape. It was only a goat.
It was taking a nap on my best overcoat.

I sent the drone out again the next day.
She said “I’m eating breakfast. Please go away.”
Outfoxed by a drone and a goat

Categories: outfoxed, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme

Outfoxed

As the fox knocked persistently at the gate,
To save his hide ‘fore it’s too late,
The chicken guarding, stood his ground,
For the fox was sneaky he had found.

‘I’m sorry’ the chicken said out loud,
‘I guard this pen to which I’m vowed,
To keep predators like you at bay
No matter what you do or say!’

‘But I will die’

Categories: outfoxed, animal, trust,
Form: Rhyme

Romantically Outfoxed

He wears the face of an idealist
weaving songs of yesteryear into
an interwoven pattern of inconsolable hearts
He has the smarts of a fox and is quite foxier
in looks
yet, cannot find his match
as he is too quick for the catch
the hunter of love
yet broken by his own bows
he is in fact the hopeless romantic
chasing after what's not

Categories: outfoxed, angst
Form: I do not know?