the Octopus’s Garden©️🐙

 

It’s that time when the remembering
speaks

In soft-Strawberry-whispers of hi-Monkey
squeaks

Falling profusely, from sweet lips tasting 
honey

Tempting all with Diamonds, Rubies and
money

Porcelain faces glow-like strong bathroom
lights

Celebrating days of Mardi-Gras in Milan at
night

Where the Mayor sold tickets, to ride yellow
Submarines

To Africa, and beyond the beyonds into
Mozambique 

Then to Tanzania where Wild Turkeys drink
Tequila

All night neath Palm leaf-lights feather fans 
sigh

Playing Poker eating Sardines, and Green Dill 
Pickles

While the Walrus’s & Raccoons partied on
Margheritas

They tasted like the genuine article for surely
sure

Unfortunately they got hammered on Gorilla
Glue

But the Cops knew that they were really up
too-

Recording their songs by the Light of the
Moon

Singing about the Octopuses garden for
two