Okay, this is a one shot poem on Foxface as she is dying.
Who knew?
Who knew against all the odds I'd be picked for the reaping?
Who knew that I'd do this well?
Who knew that I wouldn't die at the Cornucopia?
Who knew that I could turn into a crazy fox?
Who knew I would learn to steal without getting caught?
Who knew I would survive past Thresh?
Who knew I would steal food under my enemy's noses?
Who knew I would eat poison berries?
Who knew that my enemies would've died from the berries?
Who knew that the berries were poison?
Who knew when the poison would reach my heart?
Who knew when the pain would end?