There was an old tortoise named John
maybe 100
maybe more
maybe less
It's hard to say
John was much travelled
maybe Saipan
maybe the furthest side of the world
maybe not
It's hard to say
For all of his travelling
John wasn't a mover
he mostly just sat
that's why he was lonesome plus
His home was a closet
John wasn't aggressive
he didn't like to fight
he was good-natured, polite:
he couldn't run away, that's why
His hard shell
John wasn't good looking, not handsome:
skin dark wrinkly,
stubby tail, nostrils like eggs,
slippery tongue (for examining things)
Thin not very long
John didn't eat all that much:
he liked squash,
both summer and winter,
roses too, but his favorite was
Aleo vero, succulent and sweet
John's story seems sad
just growing older and older
as others passed on
all except for
Sarah who visited one day
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
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