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Monday, March 23, 2009

Octopus Poem: I'm Wrestling With an Octopus

I'm wrestling with an octopus
and faring less than well,
one peek at my predicament
should be enough to tell.
It held me in a hammerlock,
then swept me off my feet,
I'm getting the impression
that I simply can't compete.

I'd hoped that I could hold my own,
but after just a while,
I ascertained I couldn't match
an octopus's style.
It flipped me by a shoulder,
and it latched onto a hip,
essentially that octopus
has got me in its grip.

I tried assorted armlocks,
but invariably missed,
and now I'm in a headlock,
and it's clinging to my wrist.
It's wound around my ankles,
and it's wrapped around my chest—
when grappling with an octopus,
I come out second best.

--Jack Prelutsky, from A Pizza the Size of the Sun, 1996

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

hehe sounds like killing love haha like if you are killing your couple with a hug, killed by love of course.

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