Rhinoctopus has horns for arms,
and one more on its head for style.
It snakes those hard horns everywhere
- you wouldn't think they're versatile!
They're hardly supple, flexible -
One wouldn't call them tentacles.
Rhinoctopus don't give a shit.
Them eight hard horns slip
in like bulls, and rearrange
your china shop. You'd think
a stampede came through here!
And then you spot rhinoctopus.
The picture suddenly comes clear.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Sunday, August 30, 2020
rhinoctopus
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