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Mr.Krikkit
Netherlands
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 Posted - Jul 17 2009 : 12:23:27 PM
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TO MY PET TORTOISE
My friend, you are not graceful — not at all;
Your gait’s between a stagger and a sprawl. Nor are you beautiful: your head’s a snake’s
To look at, and I do not doubt it aches. As to your feet, they’d make an angel weep.
’Tis true you take them in whene’er you sleep. No, you’re not pretty, but you have, I own,
A certain firmness — mostly you’re [sic] backbone. Firmness and strength (you have a giant’s thews)
Are virtues that the great know how to use — I wish that they did not; yet, on the whole,
You lack — excuse my mentioning it — Soul. So, to be candid, unreserved and true,
I’d rather you were I than I were you. Perhaps, however, in a time to be,
When Man’s extinct, a better world may see Your progeny in power and control,
Due to the genesis and growth of Soul. So I salute you as a reptile grand
Predestined to regenerate the land. Father of Possibilities, O deign
To accept the homage of a dying reign! In the far region of the unforeknown
I dream a tortoise upon every throne. I see an Emperor his head withdraw
Into his carapace for fear of Law; A King who carries something else than fat,
Howe’er acceptably he carries that; A President not strenuously bent
On punishment of audible dissent — Who never shot (it were a vain attack)
An armed or unarmed tortoise in the back; Subject and citizens that feel no need
To make the March of Mind a wild stampede; All progress slow, contemplative, sedate,
And “Take your time” the word, in Church and State. O Tortoise, ’tis a happy, happy dream,
My glorious testudinous regime! I wish in Eden you’d brought this about
By slouching in and chasing Adam out.
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From - Devils Dictionary - Turtoise
