This is tales from the canopy

Not tales from the crypt

I’m half way to heaven but this not a cruise ship

I’m not on my way

That’s just my location

No hobo but I got no vocation

Just slinging fro yo

Professional student

Writing every day

No I’m not that prudent

I’m not that great

So you don’t need to hate

Just taking the middle way

Not writing rules on slates

I’m up in the trees I’m not on a mountain

But the life springs from my pipes like light from a fountain

So I hope you get drenched

Or at least feel the sprinkle

We get the rain here first and my bones feel the tingle

See a storms coming

It’s not that tranquil

Other critters get to running

But us Sloth’s just feel thankful