Gravid Octopus Poem by Barry Middleton

For a gravid octopus,
eighth arms just don't seem enough.
She has gone and had eight babies!

Her husband ran off right away,
left her in the month of May,
no ifs, no ands, or buts, or maybes.

Knock her up, then leave town,
Hectocotyli fooled around.
Now Mrs. Octopi is going crazy!

Eight to rock, four that fight,
one that stays up every night.
A mama octopus cannot be lazy!

Hectocotyli, he came back,
said true love he did not lack,
told her that he wished to own her.

She took her beak, bit off his ear,
Hectocotyli ran in fear,
as she flailed his ass on back to Arizona!