The Octopus's Lament

When you're born with eight legs

It practically begs

For you to be of style and grace.

The truth happens to be,

I'm sure you can see,

Eight legs is a lot in one place.

They go here and there,

They don't seem to care.

They don't move where they need to go.

Stuck on coral and reef,

It's beyond belief

With eight legs that I still move so slow.

They're out of control

And it's taking its toll.

I've sideswiped some shrimp that were crawling.

And I tripped on that eel-

And watch out for that seal!

Oops! I just sent him sprawling...

Other creatures all laugh

At all of my gaffes,

That is when I am not a menace.

For when your legs are all tangled,

And your neighbors you've mangled,

It doesn't matter if you'd be great at tennis.

Folks think I'm shy.

That's really a lie.

I just want to avoid all the mess.

When you have eight left feet

That all seem to compete,

You really can't take all the stress.

Lobster, jellyfish, rays

Keep out of my way-

It's so hard to make a good friend.

My heart is so kind,

And I have a sharp mind.

But my tentacles always offend.

If my arms had decorum,

I'd truly adore 'em!

They'd be of great use and employment.

I could juggle eight rocks,

I could learn how to box,

And my hugs would bring great enjoyment.

I would be a dream

For a pro hockey team!

The best goalie, for me, they'd all cheer!

I'd order some books

And become the best cook!

Well, if Amazon delivered here...

At basketball I'd be great

With my long arms of eight!

I could get a cool kit and play drums!

I could sew and could knit.

But truth is I'm unfit,

Because I am, sadly, all thumbs.

Disruption

The Rabbits' one job was simple, For they were who were in charge Of eating and keeping grass short When it was in danger of getting too large. Each animal in the old forest Would use their own expertise To keep it a nice place to live. This agreement worked well with ease. The Beavers made sure all the trees Never fell and hurt someone below. The Bears would plow walkable paths For the animals to walk in the snow. And the Rabbits, with their eating talents, Made sure all the grass stayed at bay. When it got too long and too full, Smaller animals could not find their way. But one day the others had noticed That the edge of the meadow grew tall. The Rabbits still ate the grass, But did not go near the edges at all. It was curious, thought the Raccoon. And days later, the area unmown Had grown to be even bigger! Deer and Squirrel had agreed when shown. They called together the council To discuss the issue at hand. The area where grass was uneaten Kept expanding to more of the land.

One of Those Days

Hare woke up quite early But felt good and did declare "Today is going to be great! I can feel it in the air!" Autumn was setting in, Leaves falling to the ground. A brisk chill in the wind, "I should go walk around!" The sun just started rising, Shadows danced on forest floor. Though Hares can see quite well, Where he stepped he wasn't sure. A giant oak tree root Was hidden by fallen leaves. Before Hare could stop himself He tripped, scraping his knees. Hare sat for a short while, Tending to his abrasions. Still in the same good mood He'd not be saddened by one occasion. Hare heard his tummy grumble, He knew it was breakfast time. He came upon some berries, That were clearly in their prime. He had never seen such berries- Big and round and bright! "These will be so delicious!" He thought with much delight! He put one in his mouth, Excited to devour. But quickly spit it out- It was tart and very sour. He tried one and two more, But each was just

A Ghost's Lament

You'd think it fun as a ghost, But you have not thought it through. We have more problems than most. These laments I share are so true. I used to love drink and feast! How I loved burgers and fries! But now eating and dining has ceased- I can only enjoy with my eyes. Dressing up to go out was so fun! I'd wear makeup and don a nice blouse! But since this ghost life has begun I found I cannot leave this house! Can you hear the boredom in my voice? I twiddle my thumbs for ages! Even reading is no longer a choice When your fingers pass through the pages. And the new tenants have horrible taste! You should see what they've done with my room! Orange paint slapped on with such haste. And ugh! You should smell her perfume! And it's I they have tried to evict! With "exorcists" and bundles of sage. Trust me, it's not them I'd have picked! Their awful habits fill me with rage! She picks her nose and he chews too loud, Dirty dishes piling up in the sink. Whoever

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