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The Simplicity of Life

I have a octopus on my roof, yes I have the photos, I have the proof
He is not quite your regular octopus; he is rather dignified and aloof

He is eating bananas by the dozen, sent by a cousin from Costa Rica
He is just sat with his best friend, who is none other, than a cheetah

Yes, he cheats at cards, and drives fast cars, and dodges all his fines
To speeding down the freeway well over the speed limit sometimes

Both are blocking my TV aerial and playing havoc with the reception
And down on me they display their need to reflect their disaffection

With no David Attenborough on my TV channels, so both are dissed
They are glaring down at me as demanding, that I get a satellite dish

I am on the phone to the satellite guys with an order quick as can be
So octopus can go back hogging the sofa, as cheetah sits on my knee
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Laurie Avatar
May 11, 2020 at 8:37 PM
G'day Indiana … you must enjoy it when on the couch and the octopus gives you a cuddle with all those arms. I'm with Jan; tv is numbing these days - thanks Indiana - Lindsay
Shaw Avatar
May 11, 2020 at 9:03 PM
All octopuses have their uses, but; they're a pain when you take them to the pub, it's one hand in your pocket and the rest of their hands lining up the drinks up on the bar . . . : )
Allison Avatar
May 11, 2020 at 3:36 AM
ha ha ha hilarious what a fun poem Indiana, nowt on the tv except repeats anyway, nowt on tv except repeats anyway. Have a super Monday:-) hugs Jan xx
Shaw Avatar
May 11, 2020 at 8:03 PM
It's a funny season, Jan, it's a funny season . . . : )
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