Corinna’s Devil Turtle

Devil turtle on my shelf

stares down upon my forlorn self

little pitchfork held in hand

ruler of his bookish land

O devil turtle would you leave

why to me must you so cleave

hiding horns within your head

I wish a halo on you instead

so until you pack and flee

may my strife bring you no glee

but let your dreams be undone

as all you witness here is fun

NOTE ON ABOVE: This poem is meant to be taken in fun and is designed to mock a stuffed turtle on Corinna’s bookshelf. 🙂

Harnessing Chaos