I missed it (by Australian time). October 8th was International Cephalopod Awareness Day. Not having much time, I've collected some of the cephalopod poems I'd written for PhaWRONGula.
An Awdl Gywydd for Pharyngula: Firefly squid
Skin-deep creatures, rage the night,
Flaunt your brightness to excess;
Flashing features, star-like, proud,
Show the crowd your nightclub dress.
A Lehrerian tango for Pharyngula: More cephalopod art
Dim the lights for a tantric temptation;
Feel this rhythm of writhing elation;
Great Ones watch us askance as the night bids us dance
And the music demands the tentacle tango.
All alone in your tank, are you sighing?
Let me taste every tear that you're dyeing;
Feel the lure of my charms; leave your marks on my arms;
Come to me, and we'll trip the tentacle tango.
As I fondle each sensuous sucker
Is it out of the question to pucker?
Your rapturous grip makes each dance step a trip
When we dance, beak to cheek, the tentacle tango.
Though my friends say I'm wasting my life on
A wet bag with eight legs and a siphon,
Still I'm lost without trace in your tactile embrace
Every time we attempt the tentacle tango.
A limerick for Pharyngula: Cirrate octopus
They're luminous, leggy and lissome,
In diaphanous drag. Don't dismiss 'em.
You see, I'm a sucker
For 'podes when they pucker,
But I can't find the courage to kiss 'em.
And some double-dactyls:
Re: Pharyngula: "los diablos rojos"?
Libels the Humboldt with
Marking himself as a
First to be food when the
Old one prevails.
Re: Pharyngula: Cephalopod gnashers
Two-spot the octopus
Suckers his snacks with his
Munching his meals with a
Re: Pharyngula: God hates squid
Answers in Genesis
Claims that an octopus
Is not alive;
This is great news, 'cause their
Lore will allow undead
Squid-men to thrive.
Re: Pharyngula: Florid squid prose
Migrating north from its
Home in the deep,
Causes reporters to
Paint purple prose while the
Old guy's asleep.