The Sloth and I

The Sloth and I

 

 

A three toed sloth

came wallowing through

The night was dark

and inky too

She wore a hat

and one blue shoe,

And that was all I knew.

Her eyes were huge

And round and red

Two of them

Right in her head

And in her hand

A book she read,

And I was full of dread.

A sloth, you see

I've never seen

Are they good

Or are they mean

And if they're mean

What does that mean,

To learn I was not keen.

She looked at me

And I at her

The night went by

It was a blur

And from her perch

She would not stir,

A bed I would prefer.

 

When morning came

the sun came up

She offered me 

a coffee cup

To work, she said

But one last sup,

I dared not interrupt.

 

She left behind

an apple core

And there upon

the forest floor

the book was open

to page four,

A line was underscored.

 

"To haste makes waste".

I clenched my jaws

It was a clause

That made me pause

I read it twice,

if not because,

I'm late, myself, for work.