Waiting For The Turtles

I’m waiting for the turtles but they’re late
There must have been some traffic by the pond
I don’t know how much longer I can wait
I hope that when they’ve here’d I’ll not have gone’d
When turtles say they’re coming it’s a fact
As promise-keepers turtles are the tops
When turtles dump their docs they don’t redact
You have to wait, though, ’til the penny drops
Because a turtle has no sense of time
Perhaps it thinks life happens all at once?
Its conscientiousness may be sublime
But as for promptitude, it’s just a dunce
A turtle, though, won’t stiff you like a tortoise
Those guys would lose a race to rigor mortis

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About Michael

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