The Talking, Poor Squid, With Nary, A Quid Poem by Michael Gale

There once was a talking squid....
Who had nary a farthing or quid.

He went out to look for a job that would pay, real well...
So that he'd not have to pawn his property or do sell.

He had not gone to a vocational school....
He had not even graduated from high school, because he thought he was way too cool.

He needed a job...
Because he drooled a lot and he was an eight legged, fat slob.

He tried parking other people's cars...
He looked like he belonged and came from Mars.

He tried pumping gas...
He still was broke and alas-

He tried to be a fisherman's first mate...
He found out he did not even rate.

To live in the city, so he just jumped ship...
He had eyes and no lip.

So he headed back out to sea...
He did not belong, so can't you see?

He was a dismal failure...
This is the fabled tale, i tell ya.

He was broke and poor...
His ego was bruised and sore.