It’s hard being a lycanthrope
Spending time up a tree
But being a savvy were sloth
I’m as happy as can be.
All I do is eat and sleep
I sometimes do a poo
I couldn’t draw any parallel
From being me or you.
Luckily it only happens
On those 3 days each month
That I go from someone industrious
To a furry lazy lump.
In that time I’m up my tree
Eating leaves and having a sleep
Dreaming of writing verse
Like that silly poetic peep.
I’m no harm to anyone really
Its a not a curse as a I see
But a really grand existence
To be a were sloth, me!