This Poem is Going No Where. Fast.

Turtles run really, really slow.
But they do have places to go.
Not like Sunday drivers,
just out for show.
“People to see,”
“Places to go,”
you know.
So if you see one, cheer him on!
Go Turtle, Go, Go, Go!

Time lapse cameras make him look fast!
Like the hare has already been passed.
But turtles really can’t come in first place
because hares are fast and will win that race.

The story makes hares look dumb,
like they’ll stop along the run,
to just chat and to have hare-y fun.
Lick their paws and basque in the sun.
Or bee-bop along ’til the race is done.

But I know hares can never stop,
to dance a jig or do a bee-bop.
Because all the other animals will eat them.

Nobody eats turtles.
No matter the hurdles.
Turtles can take their time.

But they do have salmonella –
so don’t touch them!
Salmons don’t have salmonella.
But who wants to touch a salmon?

Salmon are dumb.
Whether three, two or one,
they’re still called salmon.
Animals without plurals are humdrum.

How would they know if they are twins?
They all look alike.

Salmon Patties (plural) are delicious.
Turtles like them too.

I suppose that’s how they got salmonella.


© 2014 John Allen Richter


About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

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