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The Tortoise

This girl came to my party,

And petted my tortoise,

In nineteen sixty four,

When I was eight, and

No-one noticed, not even me.

 

She still complains today

That she missed out on

Her jelly and ice-cream,

When she was seven, and

No one noticed, not even me.

 

I think when ten years later this

Beautiful blonde said yes, she

Would be mine, and is today, this

Tortoise slow was still around, and

No one noticed, not even me.

 

I tell our children now grown-up,

That I have found a tortoise is

The perfect way to find the girl,

Who will be yours forever, when

You are eight and she is seven.

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Written by
ian-beckett
Irish
Published
Jan 21, 2012
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