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A really old Chelonian,
Did meet an old Devonian,
Upon a Cornish trail.
Said the old Devonian,
To the old Chelonian,
"What are you be doing down this way?"
Said the old Chelonian,
To the old Devonian,
"I'm down here on a holiday!"
"I started out ten years ago,
And my progress has been slow,
And I'm seventy years old today."
Then the old Chelonian,
Asked the old Devonian,
"What are you doing here pit of your way?"
Then the old Devonian,
Sighed to the old Chelonian,
"I went a-walking and I lost my way!"
Thus the old Chelonian,
And the old Devonian,
Parted and went sprightly on their way.
It took the old Chelonian,
Without the old Devonian,
Five more years to get on his holiday.


• Dedicated to Fred The Tortoise.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated in the title.