Tiny turtle in my hand
How did you arrive here
By accident
Or man?
Tiny now too small to bite
You will grow
Into a frightful sight.
The question remains
How came you here?
I know the answer...
From my sweet dear
Hubby's main goal
Is to make me scream
It's just a game
He's not mean
He laughs now but
I'm quite the sneak
I'll release this baby
To the creek.
One thing we know
And tell
Around here
Paybacks are hell.
A whimsical contribution to dVerse~Poets Pub for Open Link.
