Ode to Octopi
Why O Why, fair octopi,
Do you squirt ink?
Now let me think.
Is it because you have so many arms?
Or because you've lost all your charms?
Thank you Monn, for collaborating on this master work lo those many years ago.
Blatherings from my mind, because after all, "How do I know what I think till I see what I say?"
Why O Why, fair octopi,
Do you squirt ink?
Now let me think.
Is it because you have so many arms?
Or because you've lost all your charms?
Thank you Monn, for collaborating on this master work lo those many years ago.
Posted by Sheryl at 8:07 PM
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