Dad and his foxes

• Nissa Reid-sager, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2006

We had a few foxes,
They chewed up Dad's boxes.
Sometimes they're cheeky.
And sneak into Dad's room.
Dad's room is freaky.
So they use Mum's sweeping room.
Dad comes up,
And smacks their butt.
And slams his freaky door shut.