The badger said to the fox
I am not going to get
I am a bit confused
Okay
I can see you tomorrow
I can tell you that
I have never written a poem
Okay
I am not a Guillemot
I am a little bit more lively than you
Okay
I have never been able to make
I have never been able to do
I can tell you that
Yay for the next time we are all together.
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“Big plonk,
little plonk,
cardboard box
What…
looks like a goose,
and smells like a fox?”
“What?”
It is said that ‘some poets’
find inspiration in a bottle;
but, in my case,
I do not need the Demon drink;
I think
outside of the box,
like the canny fox
who declined a job offer
from Erwin Schrödinger,
and was pleased at that –
unlike Frisky the renamed cat.
In a box
lived a fox
who spent his days
in fixing clocks;
adjusting ticks
and cleaning tocks,
and with his wages
he bought new socks.
Graeme Sandford 