He was intelligent and verbal
He was always cheerful
Had a shell made out of purple steel
He could even lift ten thousand turtles
But always had a great big heart
Always making silly squeals
But always had smelly farts.
This is actually my sisters poem(I dont think she remembers) but I changed it a bit to make it better hehehe. Oh yh just to let you know I never had a Pet Turtle called Philip :(
I wish I did though ...He would have been the best (y)
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