The Alcoholic Octopus
Making this heart of mortal man rejoice
Which is worth more? The thrill, or the pain?
The alcoholic octopus
With a drink in each hand
Yes, wrapped in eight tentacles
were beers from eight lands
For sharing she cared little,
so don't you dare ask
And never, ever, get between
that cephalopod and a cask.
Everything's better after
8 bottles of beer
And when in a stupor
she knows nothing of fear
She's started one or two fights
on an occasion or four
And because of all that
courage, she ends up on the floor.
Once in a fit of judgment so queer
She made quite a poor decision I fear.
She tied the knot for sure and for certain
By marrying a turtle, then it was curtains!
Now with a 100 little turtlepuss
mouths to feed,
There are much more pressing
Items of need.
And he's got no money,
energy or time
for bottles of whiskey,
Beer, or Wine.
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