Oh, bradypod arboreal, How happy is thy life! A drowsy, placid story, all Devoid of stress and strife; If I could just arrange with thee I would be nothing loth To make a fair exchange with thee, Oh, gentle two-toed sloth! I weary of activity, Of tumult and of town, I yearn for thy passivity While hanging upside down. Thou frettest not nor worriest And mid the leafy growth There's naught for which thou hurriest, Oh, lazy two-toed sloth! No clock at dawn awaketh thee, Thou sleepest on and on, No cost of living maketh thee Distracted, pale, and wan; Such troubles—thou dost ban 'em all; Thou art, I take my oath, An enviable animal, Oh, drowsy two-toed sloth! Thou eatest when it pleaseth thee, Thou sleepest in content, No landlord ever squeezeth thee Or jerketh up thy rent. Say, isn't there up there with thee A space to park us both? Thy torpor I would share with thee, Oh, soporific sloth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AIN COUNTREE by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM THE MOON by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE RESPECTABLE BURGHER, ON 'THE HIGHER CRITICISM' by THOMAS HARDY HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 13. ENVOI, 1919 by EZRA POUND ANOTHER SPRING by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 1 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A DISAPPOINTMENT by JOANNA BAILLIE |