The turtle stuck his neck out to see where he was going,
but might have hidden in his shell if he had means of knowing
that the chef had plans for turtle soup, so caught him at the threshold
and put his hands around his neck so he could gain a flesh hold.
But such plans “gang aft astray.” The turtle put a spin on
and designed a different course from one that he had been on.
He dragged that gourmet chef along and headed for the sea.
Their noise of battle was the thing that awakened you and me.
We put our vinyl raincoats on and fiddled with the locks,
scooting feet into our shoes, devoid of any socks.
No moonlight eased our journey, for rainclouds obscured all,
and amidst the raindrops, we commenced to slip and fall.
Around us, many turtles were streaming towards the sea,
intent upon their journey. Ignoring you and me.
So we turned back homeward, to sit upon our stoop
imagining those turtles enjoying human soup.
Prompt words for The Sunday Whirl are: turtle neck shell hidden
but design no spin fiddle amidst noise vinyl
For Wordle 542 Image by Dusan Veverkolog on Unsplash.
The revenge of the turtles 🐢
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Ninja Turtles Devour humanoid sushi.
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Ha
good title
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“A flesh hold!” “Human soup!” Ah HAhaha!! 😆
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Turn-about being fair play?
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Absolutely!
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Hooray for the turtle!
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