Feminine Octopus and Me
Do not upset Missy the octopus she is prissy someone said.
She powders her slimy tentacles, and dyes her eye lashes red.
I tiptoed around her, because I was afraid of her rumored bad mood.
She was eating dainty sandwiches, an appropriate octopus food.
Come closer she whispered, showing me her beautiful nails now.
Tentacles were painted too. I liked everything about her now.
We became fast friends even though she is pure femininity.
If you know me at all, you know this route for me could never be.
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