My sister dredges this fragment up from some ancient text file. As I recall, this went on for pages. I'll just pass it along without further comment.

Once there was a turtle.
It didn't really hurtle.
Being but a turtle.
It only sort of
sat there.

In a torpor.
Like a frisbee,
only kind of bigger.
And with legs. Short ones.

Then it bit me.

2003 January 28 :: read the margins