Halloween Foxes Poem

Foxes, foxes coming for you,

What the hell you gonna do?

I’m not worried, they ain’t coming for me;

You on the other hand, you’d better flee.

How will you feed your poor cat

When the foxes are chewing on your fat?

Why aren’t you running away quick?

Are you fifty shades of thick?

I think you will get bit…

Be clever and run for the hills,

The foxes are after a thrill.

Foxes, foxes eating out your liver

Pain for you they will de-liver.

Foxes, foxes eating you…

Foxes, foxes coming for you,

Try to escape to the zoo.

But what if it’s locked with no key?

And the foxes are near thee?

Might you scream like a blenderised rat?

Or cry like a nipple-clamped brat?

Oh, it will be, for you, such a shame,

Human-eating foxes’ 15 mins of fame.

Selling their stories to the papers…

Get off your arse and in that car,

The foxes can’t travel very far.

Unless they hire a fleet of motorbikes,

And bring you down, bloody-thirsty little tykes.

Foxes. foxes chomping on you…

Foxes, foxes coming for you,

Gonna turn your bones into human stew.

Don’t be dumb, prick up your ears,

Lest reality echoes fox-related fears.

Scoffing on your limbs is mighty fun,

Better shoot them off with a gun.

If you’ve no gun, you’re in dire straits,

Not the band but the horriblest of fates.

Foxes playing piano with your teeth…

Foxes, foxes coming for you,

Gonna make you stain your pants with poo.

They know where you are,

“Thanks for the blood, mate, ta!”

You might as well give up now,

Foxes gonna farm you like a cow.

Instead of milk, they’ll drink your blood,

And shoot you – bang, bang, thud!

Foxes are hungry for your flesh…

Foxes, foxes coming for you,

Poem nearly finished, please don’t sue.

Foxes are eating your brain,

Anything left, they’ll flush down the drain.

Stay at home, watch your TV,

Safer for you, safer for me.

Better still, read a book,

As the foxes prepare you to cook.

Foxes with full bellies…