his tail a lovely brush!
Augustus painted pavements
‘til every street was lush.
Augustus Fox, you’re an evil beast,
the Old Grey townsfolk bayed,
Augustus Fox, you’re not like us
go, ply a proper trade.
Augustus Fox was chased downtown
by Old Grey angry folks.
Augustus’s brush was hit with stones
and eggs with rotten yolks.
Augustus Fox was down and out,
his lovely brush all spoiled.
Augustus, once so peaceful,
felt so angry his blood boiled.
Augustus Fox constructed wings
as he sat in the gutter.
Augustus Fox put on those wings.
At once they gave a flutter!
Augustus Fox, now a flying fox,
was like a bird of prey.
Augustus Fox swooped from the sky,
took revenge in his own way.
Augustus Fox is an Urban Fox
He lives in Rainbow City.
Augustus dropped a paintbomb -
now the Old Grey folks look ... pretty!
was like a bird of prey.
Augustus Fox swooped from the sky,
took revenge in his own way.
Augustus Fox is an Urban Fox
He lives in Rainbow City.
Augustus dropped a paintbomb -
now the Old Grey folks look ... pretty!
Poem © Lesley Moss
Illustration © Rikin Parekh