The Octopus Poem.
A sunny Sunday afternoon
You're walking along
Past a pond.
The water stirs.
Suddenly this almighty octopus shoots out two tentacles
And drags you in.
Nowt you can do but fight.
Instinctively you lash out. Arms and legs and head are raving and flailing.
For five minutes
Swish swash splash! Smashing
The water, the tentacles, or the leathery head.
For ten minutes
Splash swish swash! Thrashing
The water, the tentacles, or the slippery head.
For fifteen minutes
Swash splash swish! Crashing
The water, the tentacles, or the glittery head.
You’re struggling for your life, but
And not losing, as
Then you realise, it just wants to play with you
and have an exhilarating day with you.
So you take a deep breath, and lie perfectly flat. How’s that?
Then you feel the tentacles all under you, and
You fly ten feet into the air, fall back, and separate the water.
Then you feel the tentacles all around you, and
Spinny Whizzy Whooo!
You fly fifteen feet into the air, spinning like a top, you cannot stop,
And fall back, and cut into the water.
Then you feel the tentacles, some on your shoulders, some on your feet,
Zipperty Zoomtatty Zoom!
You fly twenty feet into the air, flipping end to end, like a high diver,
And flop back into the water.
And you love it;
And it’s fun!
And it goes on and on
For another fifteen minutes.
No-one comes along,
And then you get pushed back onto the bank, drenching wet.
Then a crabby, crotchety, blotchety old man comes along.
You fool, he says,
You messed up the pond,
And you’ll catch your death.
You say, Good Day, and walk on.
Then there’s a plopping and a splashing, and then ...
Thanks for the graphics.
The darkness is reflected in the words.
The pic fits the text, but this poem in not related to the Beatles Song.
Just a bit of fun,
while walking along,
on a peaceful Sunday afternoon,
quietly reflecting on life.
'Nowt' is a Yorkshire word, or a North of England word meaning 'nothing.'
'glittery head' presages some intelligence.
'Game over' is a foreboding.
'Blotchety' is a word I just invented.
'Good Day' feintly resembles today, 'Good Friday.'