The Sloth
In moving slow he has no Peer.
You ask him something in his Ear,
He thinks about it for a Year;
And, then, before he says a Word
There, upside down (unlike a Bird),
He will assume that you have Heard—
A most Ex-as-per-at-ing Lug.
But should you call his manner Smug,
He’ll sigh and give his Branch a Hug;
Then off again to Sleep he goes,
Still swaying gently by his Toes,
And you just know he knows he knows.
--Theodore Roethke (1908-1963)
This is an object poem because it focuses specifically on the sloth and movement. The poem also discusses the sloth's thought process and response time. It also forces the reader to understand the slow pace of the sloth by hyphenating the word "exasperating".
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