Tag Archives: #Fox

Predictive Text Poetry

The badger said to the fox
I am not going to get
I am a bit confused
I can see you tomorrow
I can tell you that
I have never written a poem
I am not a Guillemot
I am a little bit more lively than you
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.

What? – Revisited.

“Big plonk,

little plonk,

cardboard box


looks like a goose,

and smells like a fox?”


“What does a poet need?”

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.

Fox in a Box

Fox in a Box

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.