Cool Fox Poems

I saw a fox,
he had green socks.
"Cool," I said,
and gave him bread.

the fox and the pussycat put to sea
in a beautiful pea-green boat
the owl said ‘foul’ he frowned and thought
‘doesn’t it get your goat’

the goat chipped with a little goat grin
‘you’re better off in school’
the owl said ‘fine, leave me behind’
but managed to keep his cool

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious fox,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more cool than she.

the upturned crate was fine enough
for fox stand upon
she stood for a while then sat with a huff
the crowd watched on

the chittering lowed and eyes wide
a dark mood therein
the day afore now her husband had died
one never to give in

a very dark mood had settled upon
death again, again
the vixen began with her usual aplomb
pointed with searing pain

composure regained with an icy cool
she laid out the plan
“we cannot take on the hounds and the school
but we can hurt the man”

murmurs did ripple and mood it did hive
for they new what was up
cockerel the crower a smirker so vile
on his blood they would sup