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Foxes


The Bible is quite verminous with foxes.

Samson caught hundreds and, with foxy cunning,

Tied torches to their tails and set them running

Through his foes' harvest-fields – thus, with hot proxies,

Saving them sweat. Still, they wished ninety poxes

Upon him and increased their vengeful gunning.

Where are the foxes now? It seems they're shunning

Our hounds as we shun syphilitic doxies.


We ought to want them, since they stank of virtue

When Samson used them against naughty men.

But still an eggless henless world would hurt you

More than a foxless. If he came back again

With scores of foxes sniffing round his skirt, you

Would say: "I'd rather have a fucking hen."


The Battle of Gideon | ABBA ABBA | Revenge 1