The Thoughtless Fox by Tad Confused (A Poem about Animals and Snow)
The Fox thinks that we’ll all be minted
At least that is what he has hinted
When his deals all get done
He’ll relax in the sun
But the contracts have yet to be printed
Though he’s cunning his mind is still blank
On how to negotiate in a tank
Brim full of sharks
Fish dogs (with barks)
Who will rip him apart (to be frank)
But suddenly the hot stench of Cummings
A verminous creature (whose slumming)
Smells of badger’s old socks
(David Davis’s talks”)
So potent, the odour was humming
But for now, all is still, nothing moves
In the cold winter scene, which just proves
That old Boris (the bear)
He must “Hibernate” where
All’s frozen, and there’s no lies, just truths –
That this land of ice cannot thrive
As it struggles trying to survive
There’s no tracks in the snow
Everything’s on “go slow”
Foxy business? There’s none left alive!