Silly Poem ~Turtle~

It’s time for me to get a shotgun,

My little turtle has just begun.

He's growing in to

 A godly little man,

But not ready

To take anybody’s hand.

I see girls sniffing around,

I shoo them away

And send them down town.

Don’t mess with my son

Any time soon,

Or

 There will be

A show down at noon.

My son asks,

“When can I have a girlfriend?”

 I say, “Son, I recommend

When you’re ready to be married.”

“Mom,” he says,

“That can be a real long time.”

I say, “Good …that’s fine.”

So girls, just to let you know,

This mom has a shotgun,

And know this,

Turtle, he’s MY son.

What, my son? And what, son of my womb? And what, son of my vows? Do not give your strength to women, Nor your ways to that which destroys kings.

Proverbs 31:2-3

I love you, my Turtle

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