Hello Foxes,
read Elly’s poem. What do you think? Post your comments to let us know. Perhaps you can write your own poem about a fox.
Mrs R
Old Mr Fox
Old Mr Fox rummaged for some socks
But hadn’t realised they were in a box
He was caught, he gave a snort but nothing could help him now.
Just then he heard noises,
it must be those boyses!
I better get out of here quick
Eventually he got free he ran out of the door but luckily there stood outside four angry girlsnot boys, girls.
“Oh no! Girls are worse than boys! Run!” He shouted “Run!”
Fox ran and ran but oh dear poor mr Fox was grabbed by his ear.
Pulled and pulled mr Fox was, until they froze and stared.
“Why are you stopping?” he said, quite cross.
(This is the sad part of our story)
Poor mr Fox thought now is my chance to escape, and the girls ran out of the gate.
But poor Mr Fox went the wrong way he turned and saw a tiny spider there on the floor…
The spider said” Excuse me” in her politest voice “May I have some sugar for my tea?”
“Arrrrrrrgh” shouted Mr Fox “A spider in front in me! I must run!”
So off he ran, faster and faster as fast as he can,
until he was flattened by a van.
The driver took no notice but the spider said
“oh no, no sugar? no tea?
and when Fox ran past me he made me bang my knee!
Oh well, I’ll have to get sugar myself, honestly!”