Friday, May 8, 2015

The Sloth

A week ago I discovered this creature;
Hairy and gangly, plain in his features.
From underneath a branch he did hang
Not a sound he made or brayed or sang.
The first day was slow as I sat and wondered
Whether this creature's days were numbered.
If a lion were to come and take a swipe
It's paw would fling this sloth out of sight.
On day three, with my tape that cinches
I measured that the sloth had moved five inches
So Honey Dearest, Mary Belle,
I'm sure you can see things are going well.
Please send me more food to last a while-
I'm staying here 'til the sloth climbs a mile.

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