They hunt us these rotten sods clad in johdpurs

Posted on November 29, 2025 by Rex Tyler

I be that fox
A vixen by my side
We have no locks
No keys just earths
Beneath the sod
Cubs to feed
Chased around by hounds
Dug out by the squirrel men
Earning lots of pounds
Torn apart by hungry dogs
Hunters heartless arses
Clad in velvet high on port
Of the gentry classes
Or so they think

🦊🐰🐗🦌🐇

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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