Putting My Feet in the Dirt 29

Moaning Myrtle

Loved a turtle

Not good form

Hardly norm

But she in love, made her smile

This wily, dodgy, old reptile

She spotted him one fine day

By the water as she played

His rounded form on display

His other parts hidden away.

Myrtle was instantly enamored

By this being heavily armored

She seemed to see beneath the shell

And thinking he was swell

Took him home, but sorry to tell

He ended up in a well.

Myrtle’s mother did not approve

Thought loving turtles rather crude

Then she threw him down the tube.

Myrtle thought it all quite rude

Now she spends time looking down

Hopes her lover did not drown.

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