you know what?
that fox?
that fox that came
round my house,
and then decided:
****... i'm wild...
this feeding *******
is scaring the **** out
of me!

you know what?
i think...
i think i'll rename
him...
   herr erwin rommel...
or rommel, für kurz...
   ja?! klar?!
    i said:
ja?! klar?!  
    herr romme; fuschs.
non deutsche,
nicht deutsche...
yes?
             i would never
become one of those
happily remembered
   family friendly
SS-mench;
sorry...
cynicism begot the way
to make blockage with
a bunch of *******,
aging to be 70...
and then crying...
aged 50+, while comrade
Stalin died!