TORTLETTE!!!!!!

(Nana Chan! This ones for you!!)

Ever so slowly in your greatness of nothingness
You swam across the jammy jellies across the creamy ocean
Swimming like a little green tortoise of the viscous world
a persona so humble and charming than ever

toddlers souls are omniscient and vivid by nature
a 100 year old toddler, you are though.
Just before the day break,
You squeak bellow the icebergs,
tickling them with your little voices,
till they giggle the Icelandic chorus.

A tiny little tortoise you are in the end
noblest are those species, those baby foxes and little hoppers
who paint together the icecaps on poles
Wasn't he the Matisse who copied your icebergs?
or was she the wolf who was scared of the winters?
Or was he the William who always ran in Trouble?
For his heroes were never new,
For they existed in you,

Oh you, little sparkle
of the eyes of the cozy winged gloomy butterfly
so bright at night
That the mariner was scared
No it was not that albatross,
It was the sparkle
so beyond his parameters of poetry
yet lovely enough for the enchanting few.