A SONG IN HONOUR OF THE SQUID.A Poem by JohnLFor Rhea Crossley's Undersea Creatures Competition
A SONG IN HONOUR OF THE SQUID
Consider do the octopus;
Spectacular
Tentacular;
A supersized,
Dramatized
Wriggly, squiggly,
Hey diddle diddly,
Ever so fiddly,
Hand-waving,
Ink-squirting
Squid.
I ask, “What is the benison
Bestowed by such dark denizen?
And please,
However many’s in
The trenches of the deep?”
The Pacific could be full of ‘em,
Atlantic fishers’ stratagem
Is catching more and more of them
(They’re good, so good to eat).
But the Octopussy
Isn’t fussy
To be caught
And dried
And fried;
Even grilling
Isn’t thrilling,
Gravy spilling,
Down each leg.
Not at all! He likes to rise,
Black ink squirting from his eyes,
From the deepest depths of deep
Frightened mariners to keep
In fear’s thrall and awesome dread
Of eight long legs an’ an ‘orrible ‘ead;
But it’s not that easy for a squid, d’you see
For most of them are rather wee,
Some no larger than a toe,
They need to grow and grow and grow
Until, within the depths below,
They swallow ships.
I like them though,
But on a plate,
Hunger to sate;
Served in batter
Squids are great,
Better still on golden platter
Light in weight
In tiny rings,
A meal for potentates or kings.
Octopussies can be tough;
Well; - - - - if they are - - - - ROUGH!
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6 Reviews Added on September 6, 2008 Last Updated on September 7, 2008 AuthorJohnLWirral Peninsula, United KingdomAboutI live in England, and love the English countryside, the music of Elgar and Holst which describes it so beautifully and the poetry of John Clare, the 'peasant poet' and Gerard Manley Hopkins, which d.. more..Writing
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