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...EPISTLE TO AUGUSTA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO ONE IN BEDLAM by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON SYMPATHY (2) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A HYMN WRITTEN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ALEXANDER POPE THE LAMENTATION OF GLUMDALCLITCH FOR THE LOSS OF GRILDRIG by ALEXANDER POPE MINSTREL OF THE SUN by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER |