The Fox And Grapes Poem by ahmed kakembo

high on the grapevine hung bunches
of fat, juicy grapes when mr.fox saw
them, his mouth began to water
he jumped at the lowest bunch and as he
jumped he snapped his thirsty jaws
but the grapes hung out of reach again
and again he jumped, yet his snapping
jaws never closed on a single
at last, mr. fox with a swish of his tail
turned his back on the grapes and remarked
of course you understand, i never really wanted
them because i'm sure they 're sour