You know that you want to,
but you know that you can’t;
because when it comes to Sloths
you automatically hear the Sloth chant:
‘We are going
very slowly,
we are really
taking our time;
we’re not going
anywhere fast…
… anytime soon –
we make things last.’
Which is not really a chant,
more a lifestyle.
‘Jam on!
Jam on!
Jam on…
… first!’
.
Two Sloths;
one was loathe to preach
against the beliefs of each
of the two competitors;
but, ‘a Scone is a Scone
and a Scone is a Scone!’
as one will moan
until the other has gone.
The other sloth grabbed a cloth
and wiped its eyes,
‘There is no difference!’
It had been quick to surmise,
‘It is ‘not’ how you pronounce them,
or us,
that matters a jot,
nor whether it’s the jam
or the creams that clot that goes first
It’s just… words that you say,
and shout, and defend;
listen: when they,
and us, have all gone
will that be the end?’
.
It seems to me
that the Sloth / Sloth
and the Scone / Scone
will be less of an issue
when they are all gone.
A sloth
eating a scone
is not alone
when with another sloth,
as they are both
accompanied
by the other.
In the land of the bland
the Three-Toed Sloth is banned;
and the Once-Eyed Poem
isn’t easy to understand.
The Siloth said,
“There is no ‘i’ in sloth,
and if you didn’t know that,
then there is hope for us both.”
and went back to sleep.
I am
If truth be told
still in bed.
The sloth in my head
is running at half speed,
and I don’t feel the need
to get up
or out
of this lazy bed…
“Well, it is Sunday!”
as a lazy man recently said.
Today, whilst out walking,
I bumped into a sloth;
we were both quite shocked,
our worlds were literally rocked;
well, not ‘literally’ obviously;
but, truth be told,
It was brave
and I was bold
as we both ambled away
from each other
quite
slow
ly.
Slow Theo was a sloth; but, not just any sloth, he was the slowest sloth that there had ever been. It took him a day or two to just open an eye when another sloth said ‘Hello, Slow Theo!’ by which time the other sloth had almost reached the other end of the branch that they had both been on.
Slow Theo hadn’t always been called Slow Theo, once he was just called Theo and nobody thought him any different from all the other sloths in their forest. But, even before his first birthday, Theo had gained a reputation as being a little bit tardy when it came to exercise or travel – it’s doubtful whether he will ever as the four corners of the wood, never mind the four corners of the ‘round’ world.
Graeme Sandford 