The Birdman, from Canada, asked
If you could, what kind of insect would you be?
I thought I would like to be a spider for all the extra hands with which I could work. That thought reminded me of a poem I wrote for a summer art project with kids (in which they imagined themselves to be animals).
Herewith:
An Octopus
I’d like to be an octopus.
You say that I’m delirious?
You shouldn’t make such a fuss!
Just think! I would have:
One arm to hold a class of juice
One arm to wrestle Cousin Bruce
One arm to pet Clyde the cat
One arm to hold on to my hat
One arm to bounce a basketball
One arm to take an important call
One arm to wave and tell you “hi!”
One arm that's just to say “goodbye!”
I’ll tell you plain: it follows thus
That to be an octopus
Is really quite felicitous!
You say that I’m delirious?
You shouldn’t make such a fuss!
Just think! I would have:
One arm to hold a class of juice
One arm to wrestle Cousin Bruce
One arm to pet Clyde the cat
One arm to hold on to my hat
One arm to bounce a basketball
One arm to take an important call
One arm to wave and tell you “hi!”
One arm that's just to say “goodbye!”
I’ll tell you plain: it follows thus
That to be an octopus
Is really quite felicitous!
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