On Some Beaches

Looking up into the brightest blue sky

I saw a pink flying turtle

And attached to that turtle’s shell

Were two lovely, fully feathered wings

One of which played stunning music

While the other pink wing sings

 

The right-sided, or male oriented wing

Played music sounding like that of an orchestra

The other wing, (left-sided) which was female oriented

Originally had the voice of a soprano

Which was blessed with the very highest tessitura.

Until one day, when this particularly peculiar, pink turtle

Attempting to land, had been distracted

Having it land, butt first

Upon a very long, extremely, sharp, wooden sliver

 

This incident had so jolted the left wing

That her voice changed to that of a contralto

Which is the lowest sounding of female voices

Ranging from F3, below the central C, to an F5

Which is exceedingly rare

 

Thereafter, this particularly peculiar, but pleasant, pink turtle

Would often be the star at turtle-strated events, tide-wide

All of which happened on palm fringed tropical beaches

And, during the singing of some pieces, that left side, contralto wing

Would on occasion, venture into the mezzo-soprano’s sound range

Which,

Even when inspired by a salubriously shelled, two-winged, particularly peculiarly-colored, fascinatinglyish  flying, pretty pink turtle

Seemed sorta strange