Walking down the road one day I came upon a turtle.
He had nothing much to say but "Have you seen my girdle?"
"I removed it for this bath I took, and as sure as I do tell, I cannot squeeze without its help back into my shell."
So we searched along the muddy bank.
Looked in spots it might have sank.
Looked high and low from here to there.
But could not find his underwear.
My chubby friend began to cry.
"Without my shell I'm sure to die."
I dried his tears,
And calmed his fears.
Then told him straight,
"You must lose weight."
We worked throughout that next whole day.
Wasting all his weight away.
When we could not lose that belly.
I lubed him up with petroleum jelly.
Boy that plan sure worked out swell.
He slid right back into his shell.
We hugged, he was a grateful turtle,
That I helped him overcome this hurdle.