A fox made his way into a Greater London homestead
and mauled two kipping little-ones -
And so began the Great Urban Fox Hunt.
The city-dwellers took up golf clubs, strapped kitchen-knives to the ends of broomsticks,
and gathered together whatever instruments of vulpine slaughter they could lay hands on.
They rode vespas and lobbed bricks.
One lad brought a deodorant can and a lighter,
stamped outside fox-holes, layed down bacon steaks,
and grilled the little fuckers as they surfaced.
By dawn a smoking pyre of charcoaled corpses had been built,
and the rural gentry spluttered with envy into their morning papers.