Have you heard of Thelonious Squid
His evil doings he never kept hid
The villagers thought of him with dread
Even though Thelonious was dead
No one traveled alone at night
The thought of seeing him gave such fright
If he caught you watching his deeds
In the black swamp among the reeds
He’d take your eyes maybe your feet
You would be unable to retreat
Thelonious was such an evil sort
He’d laugh as he maimed you just for sport
Take my advice whether big or small
Lock doors and windows if he comes to call.
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Ooooooo spooky! ❤
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😀
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Oh, gee…. sorry. That is particularly dreadful. What can I say? I haven’t been sleeping well lately.
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Has anyone? Thelonious came to me then
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Thelonious had only one friend
Who remained with him right to the end
At night he would mate
With his octopus date
(but in private, so as not to offend)
Thelonious – quite the Don Yuan
Has left something behind (now he’s gone)
For the couple would spawn
Something more than a prawn
And the Squidapus legend lives on
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Excellent😅
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brilliant.
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