The TurtleA Poem by All 2 SillyAnother silly oneTHE TURTLE
A rabbit on the run, no doubt,
leaves dust and smoke when moving out. But not our pokey pal the tortoise, epitomy of rigor mortis. If called upon to activate, the turtle'd simply rather wait, embarked upon a long career of living life in neutral gear. Turtles never race, you know. The reason is they're too damn slow. A standard turtle race, I hear, would take about a half a year. Time would not be worth investing watching herds of turtles resting, finding 6 months down the road construction caused the race be slowed or find the one on which you'd bet hadn't even started yet. When asked about philosophy or what ideal life should be, turtles strongly advocate less of sooner, more of late. © 2011 All 2 Silly |
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Added on June 8, 2011 Last Updated on June 8, 2011 Author
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