Friday, June 17, 2011

i'm wrestling with an octopus by j prelutsky

I'm wrestling with an octopus

and faring less than well,
one peek at my predicament
should be enough to tell.
It held me in a hammerlock,
then swept me off my feet,
I'm getting the impression
that I simply can't compete.

I'd hoped that I could hold my own,

but after just a while,
I ascertained I couldn't match
an octopus's style.
It flipped me by a shoulder,
and it latched onto a hip,
essentially that octopus
has got me in its grip.

I tried assorted armlocks,

but invariably missed,
and now I'm in a headlock,
and it's clinging to my wrist.
It's wound around my ankles,
and it's wrapped around my chest—
when grappling with an octopus,
I come out second best.

Jack Prelutsky, A Pizza the Size of the Sun

1 comment:

nene said...

That was wonderful. I hope you write children books. If I had children I'd want them to read your 'stuff'.

Recent Posts