My New Poem - its called "LOVE"

Love is a strange thing
much like an octopus
It can hurt your feelings
Like your feelings are moles
poking their heads out of holes
In a 'whack-a-mole' game
Unlike an octopus
which uses its legs to eat crabs
Love can GIVE you crabs
And I guess you COULD digest them
slowly
Like an Octopus
But that's gross
and no one loves a gross person
who eats their own crabs
So I guess that love and Octopi
Are similar and different in many
Amazing respects
But one thing is for sure:
Both are full of suckers!

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todd you bore me

Shut up you big fat puff. You wear a womens swimming costume and a pair of Natalie Coates' boots.

Why call me fat like that? calling me fat is a blatant sign of oppression. You should respect my freedom of speech.

very poor poem! a poem should stir emotions from deep in the sole this does not, and the whole point of love been like a octopus, you can link anything to anything if you try hard enough so try harder with your poems is what im saying.

your crack is worse than mine Todd. Poor effort really.