P D How Foxxy Is She

There is a poet so foxy and sly She needs no introduction and that’s why Her pen is very quick Almost as fast as her click See her creativity and words fly Watch out for the beauty in auburn hair Things in her path she hasn’t a care Stay out of her way On any given day Or you’ll be the next one caught in her snare Hurt you she won’t for she wants you alive Into your mind she’ll sneak and connive She will drive you mad Which will make her glad Getting under your skin where she’ll thrive This foxy lady is swift and shrewd Always on the prowl and never subdued She’ll catch you unawares Without putting on airs Your fate determined one might conclude Wrapped around her little finger you’ll be No other woman your eyes shall see Artful and wily She caught you so slyly An unbroken heart there’s no guarantee Let her think since she’s caught you by surprise That she’s the only one who got the prize Yet she did you the favor You’ll be the one to save her Since you are the real fox in disguise For the Contest: P.D.'s Inner Animal