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Rated: E · Poetry · Children's · #2096275
I adopt an octopus.

Inky the little octopus
was rescued from the sea.
On sight it was adoption that
at once occurred to me.

(He lived near Mariana Trench,
  yet habitat turned bad.
  Greenpeace took him aboard their ship—
  Inky was very glad.)

A lake nearby became his home
which has a spacious cave.
I visit him throughout the day
to watch him do his wave.

(Waving is something Inky likes;
  for this he is renown.
  He waves his little tentacles
  at those who come around.)

I think he likes the lake, all right;
he seems to be content.
When Inky surfaces, it is
an octopus event.

I show my friends my octopus;
I do not think it’s lame.
He lets them pat his tiny head
because he is so tame.

At setting sun I’ll say goodbye
to he who has a knack.
For when I leave he gives a wave
insuring I’ll be back.

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Inky the Octopus  (E)
A little octopus in the Pacific.
#1745583 by Teargen

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