The Fox and the Lathe- a poem by Phillip King

posted 03-2003 by king
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There was a fox
who had a lathe
he snatched it from
a scrapyard grave
a raving beauty
he said ''it aint''
all it needs
is a coat of paint

He got a mop
and slopped the top
he sprayed the label
the best he was able

he dragged it out
and took it to market
on ebay was
where he would park it

There was a squirrel
who wanted this tool
there was one problem
he was a fool

For he did not know
good from ####y
he thought southbend
was just a city

He said to the fox
it's your lathe I adore
but I just dont know
I'm just not shure

Look my friend
it's all shiny and new
but please dont touch
it's all sticky with goo

But how does it work
and how does it go
these are the things
Id like to know

Never you mind
the whirling gears
this big gray beauty
has been in service for years

Just look at the finish
look at it gleam
dont mind the grease
that lays in between

The squirrel stood back
and scratched his head
and took a deep breath
for what was about to be said

Wait a minute Mr. Fox
I'm not a fool
the tool I crave
would be a jewel

I wont fall
for all this blather
for all I know
its a slathered cadaver






[This message has been edited by Admin5 (edited 03-22-2003).]