Category Archives: Fox Hunting

Wickedness

The wicked ways the slippery slope The iniquitous hanging from a rope The despicable criminality what is complete depravity The covetous the miscreants Humanity who sees the need To abuse their place in history And by so doing then succeed … Continue reading

The dead fox

It bappened in Kirk Smeaton IN North Yorkshire so we hear A hunt was going on A hunt for foxes drawing fear In every heart around the place SAbs were parked up they Then saw a crowd of people coming … Continue reading

Characterless scumbags

characterless scumbags Fox chasing knobs Pitiless scroungers Merciless bounders Risen in station Their new found salvation guilty as sin And transgression that Skin Over many margins For censured they be Shameful and blushing So obdurate thee Make no excuses For … Continue reading

Master and his horseman

Huge Meynell started it Fox hunting the fool It’s pertains to the upper crust The countryside to rule A pack of hungry hounds in tow A wizen fox away The unspeakable is happening In a wood somewhere today Despite the … Continue reading

Wild

The wilderness in Winter To realise it’s way Enduring and perpetual every single day Subsisting as so many do Within the confines there Where winter casts its shadows And causes some despair A canvas blank and snowy white With silhouettes … Continue reading

So called hunting ban

The obtuseness and naïveté of the public The so called hunts that shouldn’t be allowed Following a trail a denial that does sail Out across oblivion for every likely tale That we come across where riders and hounds Are in … Continue reading

A full length fur coat

35 foxes trapped by their legs The agony shock and despair A steel leg trap Just Left in a run By some crazy whose not aware Of the obnoxious nature Of leaving Of the hurtfulness And abject pain This a … Continue reading

Foxy bag

A total lack of intelligence Feeble minded and low A bag made from a young wild fox Who wasn’t going to grow Any bigger or older For the huntsmen decided she Would be preserved till the moths came For an … Continue reading

Hunted by cowards

Underived and archetypal Idiosyncratic they Imcomparable individuals In almost every way Elusive and nocturnal His footprints made to fool A heel bar it is always there The hairy pads that call Out to would be trackers The terrier men of … Continue reading

They walk in our midst

Theres and unsightly hideousness Sharing our spaces Their countenance countrified Forbidding faces Land owners farmers Bumpkins maybe The rustic the caustic Bloodlusting they be Throwbacks to an age Medieval before People took heed of the ways Of the law Respect … Continue reading