Turtle Poem by Anna Turtle

Slowly, slowly, slowly,
The heavy shell makes me slow,
And keeps my body lowly,
But it can take the worst blow.

Fighting, fighting, fighting,
An armour is my shell,
Not an easy-breaking thing,
It keeps me safe pretty well.

Prime, prime, prime,
A warrior for life,
And at any time,
Searching for a wife.

Lover, lover, lover,
A turtle isn’t hard as steal,
My shell is what cover,
My heart, can you break the seal?