You might say I'm an unusual fox,
As I love the perfume of mouldy socks.
I wander through gardens hoping to seize,
Shoes that smell of cheese.
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no one should feel they are using the word smell too often! (that in reference to your comment on Gajanan's comment) . i read this yesterday and got called away before i finished the comment. never hesitate when the Mrs. announces supper is ready. I couldn't resist it's scent ......it's not it's, it's its; an easy mistake for a fox to make. there is Raison d'être, a French phrase meaning reason for existence. , but you may want to use raisin, if you are referring to dried grapes, UNLESS you across-the-ponders have a spelling variant different from american english. but, again, i'm talking to a fox! i forgot for a moment. :) thanks for sharing. next time make it a scratch-and-sniff poem, please. and, foxy, stay away from those beagles and guys/gals in red coats! :) bri
This is so very interesting Stephen.....A fox stealing shoes and socks that smell like rancid cheese to keep the fleas away! But I fear it will draw the flies near! If I lose my shoes, I will come to you to look for this fox in the Leeds with unusual needs! Really enjoyed!
.............loved reading this one......so funny, the fox made me laugh when she took the fragrant boot home to her babies.....ohh poor babies...