Short Foxy Poems
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we were laughing,
the fox and me,
After I asked him why you lough?
"The big gorilla is trying to be foxy" he replied.
Foxy Brown had started a trend
By stealing another's boy friend
Next, she was bound and gag
With her head in a bag
She was met with a tragic end
There once was this gal named PD
A gal that I never did see
She's asked me to guess
Of her features what's best
And just how foxy is she
For: PD's Inner Animal Contest
5/24/11
Hey fox cub whaur will ye play the day?
The forest floor is covered in bronze an gold
leaf hiding youngsters like you from harm
.Dinae wander far frae yer den .siblings and mother,
stay close little one theres a storm coming.
(c)Andrew Mcintyre.
Chicken pecking
at a worm,
"Now what's
for desert? said
the fox in
the coop.
Hum, could it
be you."
"No, said the farmer,
I do believe
you would make
a fine coat
for my wife."
wrote 9-17-08 NOTE HERE I don't really believe in killing wildlife, this was just a story.
Form:
On hot field days they wave to the flowers,
And matching grasshoppers climb their stems,
As pink butterflies visit in the lazy hours,
While their sly namesake doesn't notice them!
Frequently a chorus of crickets can be heard,
As they sway gracefully under Moon and Mars.
When beauty is spoken without a single word,
Like a distant sound of summer night guitars!
We had never seen such a creature at Lake Shady
She was a cross between a fox and a lady
Built with all the curves of a human being too
But with fox eyes and wisdom, said observer Lou.
She is the utmost, the quintessential lady of the lake.
Will protect all of you beings, of that make no mistake
She is a princess, warrior, wise woman, a foxy-fox.
She looks wonderful too in her armor and dainty frocks.
To most, he was just a dog but,
to her he was a, “foxy-boy”.
Sure enough, he possessed the
countenance a large fox;
all decked out in silver and white fur.
Oh, he knew he was the light of her life;
she’d hold his paw in her hand and tell him
what a “cutie-pie” he was, so “foxy”
and he loved it; you could tell he was
blushing beneath that fur,
as he’d turn his head downwards,
as if to say, “aw...shucks” Mom.
The wiley canine creature
strutted in the winter sun
through the back yard, light on foot
no care in the world
A stretch, a yawn, a funny dance
not noticing the audience
of human creatures peering
through the back door pane
Oblivious until he came
within arm's reach of the house
The glass - the separation
between children and the beast
A lovely coat, a dream to watch
he really should be out at night
But on this day he brought us
all a garden show to delight