Wednesday, 12 October 2011 06:06 pm
Poetry Week, Day 3
The octopus, lord of the cephalopods,
Is the brainiest thing with no spine.
In fact, every tentacle, loaded with nerves,
Essentially has its own mind.
The octopus takes on the color and shape
Of almost whatever it wishes.
Being boneless, it passes through very small holes—
The better to catch lots of fishes.
Like the squid, it produces a venom and ink
And bites with a very hard beak.
It can sync with the current or jet far ahead,
Even walk on dry land (you may shriek).
But before you contend that the mollusk one day
Will conquer us all, have no fear:
It cannot survive very long after mating;
Most species live less than a year.
Is the brainiest thing with no spine.
In fact, every tentacle, loaded with nerves,
Essentially has its own mind.
The octopus takes on the color and shape
Of almost whatever it wishes.
Being boneless, it passes through very small holes—
The better to catch lots of fishes.
Like the squid, it produces a venom and ink
And bites with a very hard beak.
It can sync with the current or jet far ahead,
Even walk on dry land (you may shriek).
But before you contend that the mollusk one day
Will conquer us all, have no fear:
It cannot survive very long after mating;
Most species live less than a year.
Octopoetry
I'm in the process of setting up a website for discussions related to Age of Octans (and ultimately other books in the Octans series). May I feature this bit of poetry, with credit and links back to you?
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THE OCTOPUS
Tell me, O Octopus, I begs
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I'd call me Us -Ogden Nash
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