The Race

The Race

Mr Lepus, was bombastic, a petty, pompous fool
Mr Tortoise was reclusive, his character was cool
Hare being enthusiastic, challenged him to race
He’d win if running backwards, tortoise couldn’t match his pace

The finish of the dash would be, the threshold of their dwelling
Hare lived in the thicket, but tortoise wasn’t telling.
So hare he flexed his ears,  then gave his knees a bend
Tortoise merely blinked an eye, not a muscle did extend

Hare set off at frantic pace, crowd saw nowt but a streak
Watchers looked on in dismay, some even gave a shriek
Oh Mr Torti  please do try, we fear there’ll be no end
Tales how bragging hare had won, will drive us round the bend

The tortoise once more winked his eye, he was silent … but
He drew his wrinkly neck inside and slowly shell was shut
The moral of this story, tells it may be best to give
A little prior detection, to find out where folk live.

Glenys Halliday