Shell Shock Poem by Ima Ryma

The Mister and I were into
A moment of copulation.
What did the Mister go and do?
Did a premature cessation.
He has a tendency to fall
Off of me in his clumsy mount.
He cannot multitask at all.
His disappointments - I've lost count.
All was going along real well.
The Mister was on top of me.
I hear the cracking of his shell,
And laying on his back was he.

Mister Galapagos tortoise
Sure messed up the moment for us.