The narcissistic fox pair like to cunningly plan to slyly cheat,
Traversing to opportunistic events, to secretly and illicitly meet,
The French fox blissfully polishes and grooms plans for the days,
When the Canadian vixen will joyfully abandon her faithful family.
They seek each to bask and reflect in their mutual mirrored pond,
Their plans made with detailed care do really lack class, finesse or flare.
Off to Chicago where bloomers collectively did at a party play,
They cheated first mid-year for closer to a week than a short day
The narcissistic vixen’s family forgotten dismissively and without a care.
Then while autumn was on the rise again they met to prance as together,
Those sly narcissistic foxes along those sandy shores of Vancouver Bay
With seagulls in flight bearing witness to their deceitfully cunning ways.
Then early in the year bloggers once more collectively did met,
In New York providing the foxes once more the opportunity to cheat,
And to plan next to meet in April when the vixen painted head to toe,
Flitted off to Paris again for a slyly planned deceitful adulteress tryst
I have been told, where for all to see that boldly reflected in glass,
Are she and he, that sly cunningly audacious narcissistic fox pair.
Where next will opportunity lead for their meetings of narcissistic lust,
And to abandon family at home with ever that misguided sense of trust,
Will it be where bloggers choose to collectively to meet in San Jose or NYC,
Perhaps closer to home somewhere nearer to Toronto or a lake maybe?
Wherever it be, I am sure the narcissistic foxes have already slyly planned
The moments when they will once more meet for cunningly illicit trysts.
Traversing to opportunistic events, to secretly and illicitly meet,
The French fox blissfully polishes and grooms plans for the days,
When the Canadian vixen will joyfully abandon her faithful family.
They seek each to bask and reflect in their mutual mirrored pond,
Their plans made with detailed care do really lack class, finesse or flare.
Off to Chicago where bloomers collectively did at a party play,
They cheated first mid-year for closer to a week than a short day
The narcissistic vixen’s family forgotten dismissively and without a care.
Then while autumn was on the rise again they met to prance as together,
Those sly narcissistic foxes along those sandy shores of Vancouver Bay
With seagulls in flight bearing witness to their deceitfully cunning ways.
Then early in the year bloggers once more collectively did met,
In New York providing the foxes once more the opportunity to cheat,
And to plan next to meet in April when the vixen painted head to toe,
Flitted off to Paris again for a slyly planned deceitful adulteress tryst
I have been told, where for all to see that boldly reflected in glass,
Are she and he, that sly cunningly audacious narcissistic fox pair.
Where next will opportunity lead for their meetings of narcissistic lust,
And to abandon family at home with ever that misguided sense of trust,
Will it be where bloggers choose to collectively to meet in San Jose or NYC,
Perhaps closer to home somewhere nearer to Toronto or a lake maybe?
Wherever it be, I am sure the narcissistic foxes have already slyly planned
The moments when they will once more meet for cunningly illicit trysts.
© W. Heron,
2014
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