Rigor Mortis, the Depressed Tortoise
This is comedy. I promise.
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
About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
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