by John Hegley
The octopus awoke one morning and wondered what rhyme it was. Looking at his alarm-clocktopus he saw that it had stopped and it was time to stop having a rest and get himself dressed. On every octofoot he put an octosocktopus but in his hurry, one foot got put not into an octosocktopus but into an electric outlet and the octopus got a nasty electric shocktopus and had to call the octodoctopus who couldn't get in to give any help or medicine because the door was loctopus. The octopus couldn't move, being in a state of octoshocktopus so the octodoctopus bashed the door to the floor and the cure was as simple as could be: a nice refreshing cup of seawater.