The squid is not conventionally handsome.
His sliminess and tentacles are strange.
And then there is the matter of that one enormous eye
Staring at you quizzically as he’s floating by
Who would conceive of such a thing? Or more precisely, why?
But much as we might like him to, the squid will never change.
The squid is really very sweet and tender
If you can see beyond his ugliness
He finds transcendent joy, I’m told, in memorizing Yeats
And sometimes stops and weeps, it’s said, at cemetery gates
And cares much more for intellect than sex appeal in mates
But sadly, I admit, he is repulsive nonetheless.
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