Best Sloth Poems
I like to exercise my mind, but how I hate to work.
Whatever needs exertion is the action that I shirk.
Labor with the brain is fine. I do it all the time.
How I love to sit and read or think of words that rhyme.
But send me to the bathroom with a brush so that I'll scrub,
and I'll barely rub the ring off. Then I'll lie there in the tub.
Peek inside; you'll find me, a novel in one hand,
resting as I'm soaking in my own little Bubble Land.
Clean the oven? What a joke. The most that I can stand
is loading up the wash machine (a task that's merely bland).
Maybe run the vacuum once a week across the floor,
and quickly dab where dust is bad; most stuff I ignore.
As my jobs all pile up, housework's even more a chore.
Why must work that's physical be such a dreadful bore?
My well-ingrained aversion to utilizing muscle
does have one exception: at the gym I like to hustle.
To kick box is so fun although it makes me sweaty.
Step and dance are choreographed. For those I'm always ready.
But I wish that just as quickly as from running on a tread
I could burn up calories doing workouts in my head!
Sidney sloth was so very very shy
He’d hide in the treetops way up high
Hanging upside down so no one could see
He’d painted his toes red like a ripe cherry
Sidney hid in the tree so silently
High in the branches where no one could see
But soon Sidney discovered a major snag
Ripe cherries were being picked and put in a bag
The cherry picker pulled at one of Sidney’s toes
Sidney was no longer in a state of sweet repose!
Wanting to maintain his privacy
Sidney climbed to the top of the tree
Soon autumn came and the leaves she did thieve
Forcing poor Sidney to hurriedly leave
Sidney sought sanctuary in a local zoo
Now he can’t be seen by me or you!
Fun write inspired by the idiom contest
07~29~16
New or Old 3 contest Sponsored by Eve Roper
To hoard your gifts, to sit upon
the dust and ash - this life won’t last.
I n a c t i v i t y bores, i n v i t e s
the demons in…these beasts lambaste.
7/5/2022
Sin of Sloth
Margarita Lillico
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Used Rhymezone
Named sin, the act of sloth we often scorn;
observing, the word lazy comes to mind.
Real sloths, with slow metabolisms, born;
but our health reasons, oft are not assigned.
July 16, 2022
Contest: Sin Of Sloth
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
Note: Some health problems that can cause
laziness: anemia, hypothyroidism, chronic,
fatigue, diabetes, sleep apnoea, fibromyalgia
Sloth’s Steaming Sin
Sluggishness slitters solely straightforward
Sedentary survival styles scold, strain
Self-centeredness - sloth’s shinning standard
Squandering silvers… spiritual sprain
July 21,2022 11.31pm
PS Syllable Counter
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 40
Proverbs 19:15
Slothfulness casts into a deep sleep, and an idle person will suffer hunger.
Sin of Sloth
Contest Judged: 8/2/2022 3:20:00 PM
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
Place 1 (one of the 8 first placers)
I shut down and die each night.
I do not want to entertain anyone.
I do not want to hear my name.
I do not want to fix supper.
I shut down and die each night.
Spending my evening in my zippered zebra pajamas
And fluffy socks that do not have to match.
I pick up the remote and two I-pads and I sit in a stupor
Dead as the wall, the floor, the carpet, anything in the room.
I die the second I jump into my pajamas.
My phone goes off, and I am incognito, inaccessible, and dead.
My husband annoys me sometimes.
"Someone is calling you."
He used to answer my phone.
He has learned.
This is a dumb thing to do.
I will not be coaxed, coerced, or guilt-ed into anything I do
Not want to do.
I am dead, in my Lazy-Girl chair, clicking aimlessly through TV
shows I am not watching. I am dead to you, and me, and him
and everyone else. I die every night. It is how I can face the next day at work.
I Wish I was a Sloth
I wish I was a Sloth, hanging from a Tree,
Because If I was a Sloth; no more work for me.
The pace of life would suit me fine,
No need to be there, no need to be on time.
Suspended floppily upside down,
No need of excitement, no need of a frown.
I’d have to be a Vegan Sloth, eat only berries and fruits,
No Insects or Lizards, just healthy nutritious shoots.
I’d be right at home, in the rain forests of Peru,
After all, in England, it rains a lot here too.
I wouldn’t have to wear my three-piece suit or tie,
Spend my days naked, looking toward the sky.
So, I wish I was a Sloth hanging from a Tree,
If I was a Sloth, such happiness the life for me.
Written and entered on Poetry Soup 6th May 2018
Entry for John's Sonnet 2018 contest
Written 6th May 2018
His life is an epic
He is the one person who opens wares an hour after the market
He comes to town a day after the fair
He "holds hard" after the shot has left the gun
He locks the stable after the herd is all gone
He won't die, though he is of no use alive
He is Mr. everything married to Mrs. nothing
They cover their well after their children are drowned and left in the deep
They are busy ploughing the air when their field is waist high in weed
Busy! They are at the old farm
Bringing up buckets of water
After the last pillar of thier house is burnt down
SLOTH
Of the eastern hemisphere, regal lies a continent.
A mustering of soldiers walked a campaign for mastery.
Napoleon Army had virtually defeated all other nation states.
From Russia his Army walked after this war partaken.
They had addressed the real threat.
But oh, Russia’s freezing winter caused sin to manifest.
Napoleon and his Army was put to rest.
Sloth took their life stated Nurse Florence Nightingale.
If only they had just remembered to bath.
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Written January 21, 2016!
'Tis a tree sloth that I be,
Dwelling in a tree sloth's tree.
When a worker bee
Asks what's up with me,
I say, "Sloth shall set you free."
Slowly
Lowering
Ourselves
To
Hell
slow and steady
beady eyes, furry
what's not to love?
sloth Silly Billy
married a pregnant lady
went to sleep and snort
Endowed by God with life’s functional might
Yet wasting labor’s optimal delight
Slothful* hands, though repentant, fully earn
Dearth-angst for which their hearts defied to yearn.
*Proverbs 19:24 A slothful man hideth his hand in his bosom, and will not so much as bring it to his mouth again.
July 21, 2022
1st place, "Sin of Sloth" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Margarita Lillico; judged on 8/2/2022.
Poetry Form "from Rhyme" changed to "Epigram" after Contest was judged.
To those who only lie around all day
and fail to do the many things you should;
for those who take and take, yet never pay,
a sloth are you who does the world no good.
July 8, 2022
for Margarita Lillico's Sin of Sloth Poetry Contest