Fox Fable Re-imagined!
Fox Fable Re-imagined!1 min 7.2K 1 min 7.2K
Atop a ridge, the fox spotted a vine
with grapes as sparkling as
emeralds dug out from a mine
'Ah! a succulent supper to dine'
smirked he, and prowled around
as his stare turned aquiline
He clambered over to the chine
and marveled at his treasure
but no sooner, let out a whine
For the fruits being as fine
as they were, hung so high
that he could do nothing but pine
He endeavored endlessly to rine
the ripened ones in vain
leaping up and down his line
'I will no doubt dislike the wine'
thought he, 'from fruits as these
with juice, I know, awfully saline'
So moved away he, as asinine
as he can get, to abandon
the tasty berries of the grapevine
'Where are you gwine?'
snapped his conscience
'to fight for food with another vulpine?'
'If thou cannot make them thine
that hang sole with no living soul
can you dine, winning other nine?'
The fox sulked for being supine,
tapped his inherent slyness
trotted uphill, his bounds becoming trine
He gnawed the nadir of the bine
untying the helical tendril
deftly so, to enable the creeper untwine
Thus causing the bunch of berries to incline
and take a plunge by right his side
from whence he got not again a cause to repine