A sloth seems a real mellow fellow
Just hangin’ around on a limb
Deadlines are not in his purview
They do not apply to him.
 
I am not known to be slothful
I rarely, if ever, am late
But I am behind in this contest
It’s time that I escalate.
 
Therefore, some sloth information,
So you won’t have read this in vain
Females give birth to their babies
Hanging from tree limbs, in pain!
 
On that happy note I will leave you
And get on with my poetry
For this fun Na Po Ri Mo contest
I needs must wax po-e-ti-cally.