Some years ago I wrote a poem
About my friend the two toed sloth.
You might have wondered why that was
When most people view them with loath.
They have one gift that I admire,
And wish I was the same.
It would give me restful nights
And that would be my aim.
For many times throughout night,
To the bathroom I must go.
But for my friend on his two toes,
That isn't ever so.
The strange thing is this friend of mine,
With extraordinary cheek.
Has trained himself so he only needs
The bathroom once a week!
If only we could be the same!