O To Be An Octopus

O, to be an octopus exploring ancient wrecks

Popping through their portholes and sitting on their decks

A large exotic octopus with colour changing skin

That switches its appearance to match the mood I’m in

Or perhaps a tiny octopus that tickles swimmers’ feet

Before it squirts to safety in the murky ocean’s deep

I’d like to be an octopus with eight long arm...

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