In a jungle of a garden,
with a shed constricted by ivy,
a patio draped in moss,
a lawn resembling a green porcupine,
a lost fox makes its den
in what was a compost heap,
much to the dismay
of the resident slow-worm.
He tried to evict his housemate
but his size did not help matters.
To this day no one knows
if he moved out or not.
Still the garden grow,s
still the fox's abode,
till gardeners arrive, tools in hand,
to break the ivy's hold.
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