The Turtle

The Turtle

A Poem by All 2 Silly
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Another silly one

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THE 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
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