Here’s a smashing little poem I wrote about the jam sandwiches my boyfriend’s mum makes for the local foxes.
Because, you know, I’m a serious author.
Ode to a Fox’s Jam Sandwich
A fox is a fox; and that’s what I am
I like squashed fruits; you call it “jam”.
Smash up some flour and water then bake it
(Or just buy a lump of the stuff that’s been pre-split).
Whack them together; there’s no disadvantage
To however you make a lovely jam sandwich.