I'm warning you. It's rather sly.
Its eight, long tentacles lie in wait.
As you dig in, it moves your plate.
It tickles you, then wraps you tight.
You're lucky if you get a bite.
It suckers you--makes you a fool.
You won't believe the ridicule!
With Octo Pie, you must act quick,
Or you won’t even get a lick.
No, Octo Pie's not easy to eat.
May I suggest a Tarantula Treat?
Poem ©2013 Rebecca Colby
Illustrations ©2013 Paul Morton