There's a lake with squiddy depths
In the squiddy depths a big squid
Twice a week it goes to town to bid
On fish and scales, to repay his debts.
The deed done and the fish passed
Meanie nicey squiddy hops to a bar
On his tentacles, the slickest by far
In all of Squidsville, none is more bless'd.
On his way accosts him the nautilus, Merrick,
"Oh, Squiddy, oh ! Where goes you ?" says he ;
"To the bar, where fine squid ale awaits," says Squiddy.
And so goes Squiddy, on his tentacles slick.
The bar, with brilliant fluorescent worms decorated,
Attracts one and all with the finest hydra brains !
In Squiddy goes, but learns he, that his debt remains.
Out Squiddy comes, saddened and greatly dismayed.
Squiddy slaps some ****, taps some mud, tantrums away,
Nothing does the trick, for, alas, money is a cruel reality.
Suddenly spots he, a delicious morsel, in the current swaying free.
No sooner than soon, Squiddy has pounced on it with glee.
Little does Squiddy know, that the morsel is bait.
Fall prey does he, to a fisherman lying in wait.
Now Squiddy is a delicious dinner, to be served in a stew.
We shall always remember the brave fellow. Adieu !
This is a poem about a squid.