it is back home

Turtle came in with the world’s silliest grin It split his face in two, and was long as his chin Whipped out the birthday sign with a flourish all gay Which meant it took him the best part of a day He was sixty-three days late, but that did not matter. Turtle is usually a little bit slower, he is not a mad hatter. I thanked him profusely wondering if the card was all I would get. Your present is back home, he told me. I’ll be back in a bit.