THE TURTLE (VERSE)
By: Haun on October 2, 2007. ©
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A rabbit on the run, no doubt,
leaves dust and smoke when moving out
but not our pokey pal the tortoise,
epitomizing rigor mortis.
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 darn 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 six 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.
THE HUMBUG （Verse)
There is a sort of thing that some
have come to call the 'Bug of Hum'
which one is apt to say to you
when one dislikes your point of view.
It's such a handy verbal tool
for those who love to ridicule
what you believe, and I suppose,
ideas and plans you may propose
or any other ones you state
when "HUMBUG!" cancels all debate.
Like many sorts of bugs and things,
without a doubt, it hurts and stings.