Fox Fable Re-imagined!

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