Journey of the fox

An Internet poem
by the lowercase fox

Our journey took us through steppe, taiga,
mountainous regions, and around the southern shores
of Lake Baikal, the largest freshwater lake in the world.

Our journey took us in a direction
I had never before travelled. The further east
our journey took us, the more adventurous it became.

Our journey took us through another A road.
I held out our sign as we walked, and was amazed
when someone stopped for us.

Our journey took us from the casual meat eater
to the self-reliant human. After lunch
our journey took us to Pattaya, about three hours away.

Our journey took us across five time zones
and through one or two villages, but they had been
reduced to ghost towns.

The next part of our journey
took us to Bath, England. Our journey
took us into dialogue with women.

Our journey took us past a small salt flat
where we stopped to take some experimental photos.
The next leg of our journey

took us to Holland. The weather deteriorated.
We were having scattered showers. Not the best of weather
for a beach holiday! Our journey took us

to explore a new realm of consciousness. Our journey
took us beyond the electric lines, telephone,
paved roads and television. We built our own house,

grew salads year-round in a solar greenhouse,
and taught our children at home. Naturally, our journey
took us past small settlements and isolated homes,

most of which were adorned with a variety of
Christmas lights. At times, our journey took us
through some rather desolate and depressing places.
Our journey took us on a rickety bus that broke down
after 10 minutes. Our journey took us across
a massive waterfall visible from far.

Some years our journey took us only a few hundred miles;
other years we traveled coast to coast. The final part
of our journey took us north again to the quaint village of York.

Our journey took us straight uphill. Our journey took us
to Mount Horeb, where God once spoke so loudly.
Our journey took us to the beautiful Argentinean city of Mendoza,

full of great plazas, restaurants and, of course,
the ultimate life style choice. This part of our trip
put the icing on our cake!

-signed, fox


  -The Elgin Street Irregulars

“All heart!!”
  -Asteroidea press

“Jolly good!!!”
  -The Queen of England

Fat neck 

An Internet poem
by the lowercase fox

Hey johnny they say that you use 2 mic cords
to get the radio mic to reach your fat neck.
Is that true? Oink Oink.

A wide fat neck is just a pleasure to hold.
In essence, the deep fat neck is a crutch
for my absolutely apalling technique!!!

And the fat neck is not a problem after you feel it out.
My only complaint is that the wide fat neck is just…well….
too wide and fat. Unless you have enormous hands.

The short, fat neck is stiff enough
to prevent energy loss. A person with a short fat neck
is at an increased risk of snoring.

The fat neck is so fast, it’s just a thing of beauty.
Ugh. Her fat neck is so disturbing.
It makes me want to vomit.

She has developed a puffy soft fat neck.
The big fat neck is perfect for my hand. The fat neck
is one of the most appealing features for me.

A beastly indigo stallion, whose fat neck
is a braid of muscles and arteries. Its cut legs
are as thick as tree trunks.

The short, fat neck is adorned
with a broad collar of three rows
of white, blue and white beads.

Upon his jacket bloodlike
there is the stain of drink, and his tie
around his fat neck is noose-tight.

Just cus you’re a cop dont give you a right
to beat somebody… and I don’t think his fat neck is cute.
“That,” said fat-neck, “is an ambulance.”

Did you notice she has a huge fat neck?
Is THAT what I look like? A huge fat necked cry baby
who divorces her husband and hooks up with a boy half her age?

Around her python-like long, fat neck
is a pearl necklace that glittered radiantly.
Up close, I see that his fat neck is scratched raw and red.

For the love of god put ur fucking shirt on.
And the camera angle aint too flattering.
Ur big fat neck is in my face.

-signed, fox
“He’s so deep”
“And he has such a big heart”


An internet poem
by Fox

The arctic fox is adapted to survive in the far north.
“Kumiho” is the word for the fox spirits of Korean mythology;
a fox is hunted on the ice.
The fox is out of the bag.


Foxes are clever mammals with large ears
and a long, bushy tail.
This is an educational site
dedicated to the often misunderstood red fox. 

This brave fox wandered up on our porch.
The fox is now in the shops.
The Fox is a lovely big Edwardian-style pub,
fairly reminiscent of the Hare.

Studies have shown that fox numbers drop
as coyote numbers increase.
Coyotes have taken over the rural habitats
so that the fox are forced into more urbanized places. 

The fox knows many things,
but the hedgehog knows one big thing.
In this game you’re a cute fox, of course.
Fire up the Fox!

Foxes hunt game by stalking and pouncing,
just like a cat. They wait until the mouse or vole
comes above ground, then the fox jumps
high in the air and pounces on its prey.  

There is much written
about the history of the Fox.
Man do I love that Fox robot!
Fox better get ready for an email blitz.

The Fox school is the largest, most comprehensive
business school in the region.
Spot the fox, video, view, video, view,
upload and share, spot the fox.

To kill its prey, the fox
severs the spinal cord with its teeth.
Foxes, like other wild animals,
do NOT make good pets.

The Fox rocks.
May the Fox be with you!