I can't think what to write, so I'm revisiting my suicidal tortoise.

"I do declare," the tortoise said
"I rather wish that I were dead.
For simply put, one's life is hell
If you're a tortoise in a shell.
Folk witter on about the hare
and certainly don't seem to care
that the bloody race was fixed;
it's enough to make a tortoise sick.
I know the hare didn't lift a paw...
the whole thing was a metaphor.
'More haste less speed', with glee they voice.
Forgetting I don't have a choice.
slow, slow, slow, slow slow
is the only dance *I* know.
I move my shell an inch a minute
Oh how I wish I wasn't in it.
I do declare," the tortoise said
"I really wish that I were dead.