An invisible fox stole my climbing boots

one night when I left them outside.

The shock was so great I looked and I looked

and I looked and I looked until I shooked


with shock it was so great. 


I'd had them seventeen years in all

climbed up Snowdon and walked the Ridgeway 

in summer heat, they were perfectly adapted to my feet

and then an invisible fox stole them for a bloody giggle.


I scaled the bank at the back of my garden


then whipped the arse off the bushes

and when shove came to pushes

I looked in my wardrobe again and again and again

just in case but no luck


there was no doubt a solution could never be found 


having checked every inch of ground.

It took some time to find a replacement pair

not exactly bargain basement

but also worn in by other feet of ancient time


and these i'll cherish until..... my body goes right over the hill. 




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Mon 19th Jul 2021 15:53

Thanks Jennifer good of you to drop in. A very emotional time sadly. I used the Holmes method - when faced with the impossible what remains must be the solution (or something like that). We do have foxes here and they were on a table, so i'm pretty certain - I know they go for anything leather.

Ray x

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jennifer Malden

Tue 6th Jul 2021 17:14

Lovely, as usual, Ray! Loved 'till I shooked'. Just one question, how did you know it was a fox?


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Mon 28th Jun 2021 13:29

Thanks Keith, Matt and Holden for looking in. Glad you like it.

You'd better believe it, Greg. They were fairly undignified as footwear to be honest.

That's a thought Stephen, thank you!


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Stephen Gospage

Sat 26th Jun 2021 17:00

God, it wasn't Laurence Fox, was it?

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Greg Freeman

Sat 26th Jun 2021 00:14

The indignity of it, Ray. A sad end for your beloved boots, a fox walking off with them.

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