My name is Trachemys scripta elegans
That's what I am know in science
Otherwise just call me red-eared slider
Actually I live on land more than in water
I should have a long life
But deep I can't dive
Grew up in this vessel
Not been outside this circle
Used to have a companion
But not long was our union
Yearning all day for freedom
He probably died of boredom
Why must I be imprisoned?
Sometimes even seasoned
And cooked into a soup
We strongly protest as a group
You are not doing me a favourMy lifestyle you never can cater
Why did you have to adopt me?
Can't you just let me be?
My movement may be slow
But Iet me decide where to go
Please treat me kindly
Though you can't set me free
Caught between a rock and a hard place
I long for better days
I don't want to live and die
In this miserable pig sty
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2 comments:
"My movement may be slow
But Iet me decide where to go
Please treat me kindly
Though you can't set me free"
Just simply words
Movement not by age
Born to express your blog
Set yourself free...not for food!
Whoever the tortoise is a blog to learn and the Aesop's tale of the Hare and the Tortoise without competition too!
Wah! Victor, now you have started a trend. Hope you do more poetry, lah. So many people also can.
cheers
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