Trouble to begin with as I was touching cloth…
More trouble ensued as I birthed a mangey sloth.

A twist of fate that is ohh so cruel…
I took a dump and there’s blood in my stool.

This maroon sloth was the slowest of slow…
Almost ceased to be moving with such little flow.

Like his sloth brethren trying to escape a cage…
Freedom so slow I might die of old age.