O
There
is an Octopus
About
ma Hoose
With
its tentacles
Aroond
ma stairs
Singing
sea shanties
And
Drinking beer
And
it dis ney seem to even care
But
in the early morning
It
will be full of deep regret
When
it learns I videoed the lot
And
I put it on the internet
For all to stop and stare
For all to stop and stare
And
guess what I will have for tea
In
Batter with chips and peas
It
seems tomorrow there’ll be one less beast
Swimming
in the deep blue seas.
Is it weird that I read this in a Scottish accent?
ReplyDeleteWell done Mr Z. Loved it.
Well done Miss Lily that was the plan . . . . . . PHEW
DeleteOh no, beer-battered octopus! It reminds me a bit of the squid I tried in London. I mistook it for ravioli. Most rubbery ravioli ever.
ReplyDeleteI will not eat Octopus they are just too clever. Actually as time passes I am beginning to think most animals know more that we give them credit for and that makes eating them a bit of a conflict.
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