Taking It Slow (Poetry)

There once was a romantic sloth
who recklessly plighted his troth
to twin marmosets
so engaging as pets
he’d no choice but to marry them both

They insisted a prenup was signed
well, old Sloth had a lot on his mind
but he made his slow mark
with one claw in the dark
there’s no doubt that true love made him blind

As a husband he wasn’t the best
either sleeping or taking a rest
no ambition in him
as he hung from a limb
in his furry green lichen-streaked vest

Well, the neighbours they called him a slob
with no money, no prospects, no job
he just lounged in his tree
as morose as can be
seeming deaf to the jeers of the mob

His wives, without any remorse
shouted insults until they were hoarse
while old Sloth simply snoozed
having nothing to lose
while they sued for a speedy divorce

Yet love’s surely worth one more try
although Sloth’s expectations aren’t high
he will gladly partake
should it find him awake
but no marmosets need apply