I am fast, but I am slow;
I am the owner of a lovely cove.
I carry on my days,
free to wallow in my ways,
until I at last don't know where to go.
I can be mean, but I am told I am docile;
some even say I am a living fossil.
A lil' tail and four feet have I,
cute, round lil' button eyes,
and a cousin who is really quite colossal.
Adam's ale is my friend;
Alas, but not for my cousin.
I'll hang out by the bay,
perhaps upon a rock all day,
surrounded by another dozen.
This little riddle is cadence practice.
Who wrote about himself?
Who is his cousin?
Who doesn't like the writer?
Notes from the comments:
The cousin and the writer still exist today.
The writer of this riddle is the sole owner of their cove.