Poets logo

Rigor Mortis, the Depressed Tortoise

This is comedy. I promise.

By Violet P. DaviesPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
Like

Rigor Mortis, the depressed tortoise

Of all his kin, he was the shortes'

He'd curl up in his dark shell

And each day, saw new visions of hell

One day, he thought he would go

Out to the park to see a show

But tortoises move so fucking slow

By the time he got there, he was too late

His mind filled with untold self-hate

He tried to smash a dinner plate

But with no thumbs, he merely flailed

He sobbed, for once again he'd failed

Poor Rigor Mortis! Unfortunate tortoise!

If only we knew where your heart's wart is

Through his tears, he saw a star

And prayed to join it high afar

He did not see the approaching car

Jesus took the wheel to grant his wish

And with naught but a meaty squish

The tortoise was a vulture's dish

But, freed from its ceramic vise

His soul ascended through the skies

Dear Rigor Mortis! Brightest tortoise!

Your star will guide us when our way's fraughtest

sad poetry
Like

About the Creator

Violet P. Davies

Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.

Keep track of me on Insta @purpleproseandposies

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.