From The Collected Poems of Briseadh na Faire:
OCTO-GONE
Once, I caught an octopus
While fishing with my brother Gus.
“Wow!” said he, “An octopi!”
As it hit him in the eye.
Don’t you think it rather odd,
That this type of octopod
Should keep warm by growing fur,
In the month of October?
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(applause! applause!) A grand tribute to the eight-armed creatures!