Late at night, to my delight
My turtle grew rather restless.
It was fine because so was I
I had a dress.
I wanted to wear out on the town, anyway.
So I took the turtle upon my lap.
Around his neck I placed a tiny strap.
(Nothing to hurt his slim chinless stretch)
I placed him down upon the ground.
Out the door without a sound.
My dress swooshed.
My turtle shushed.
We circled round the cemetery.
We circled under the moon.
By the time we made it home,
It was almost noon.