GET WELL SOON!!!!!!!!
I even wrote you a poem.
Tortoise, I Love You.
You don't have a furry tail,
That wags when I walk in.
In fact you barely look at me,
Like I'm some dirt, therein.
I cut your vegetables, cut your fruits,
Carrots, cabbage, lettuce too
Yet you pick and pick and pick and pick,
Until they turn all mushy, like poo.
Your intestines are, very efficient,
They make my house smell 'good'.
That's why my mother screams at me,
To wipe your butt up, too.
Regardless what, when I watch you eat,
And place you in my palm,
You radiate, as much warmth,
As a rock picked from the ground.
You don't have a furry tail,
That wags when I walk in.
In fact you barely look at me,
Like I'm some dirt, therein.
I cut your vegetables, cut your fruits,
Carrots, cabbage, lettuce too
Yet you pick and pick and pick and pick,
Until they turn all mushy, like poo.
Your intestines are, very efficient,
They make my house smell 'good'.
That's why my mother screams at me,
To wipe your butt up, too.
Regardless what, when I watch you eat,
And place you in my palm,
You radiate, as much warmth,
As a rock picked from the ground.
I love you, Tortoise =)
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