Two of a kind, two in a barn;
A turtle, a goat in a barn.
One was wise, one a fool, entered
a barn through hidden narrow gate.
The barn was full, food was plenty,
Both were hungry, lean and empty;
Down they settled, rapt in the fare.
Often, the turtle would scuttle
To the gate, gentle slide, and bask.
“What’s the matter?” the goat dared ask.
“Nothing, just to gauge, who knows when.”
The goat chuckled, back to the feast.
Soon a bang, the owner had come;
To safety the turtle did thrum;
and the goat, he struggled, screaming,
“Ah! My belly, the gate’s narrow.”
The turtle answered: the barn’s full,
but the stomach, never be full.
© 2014 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi