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Nothing could be better then a squid in the trees!
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I love the poem or whatever more than the shirt but the shirt is still quite good. id wear a shirt with that poem on it.
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i love the squid....check out the one i did a couple ov weeks back...he's mean and on a mission (comments were well funny!!)
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i love the purple.
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I'd buy the brown
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That's an octopus...squids have very different heads.
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aww shit.. anatomically incorrect squid head... at least he has 10 arms.
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Yep its an octopus... But the name matters why? 5 and buy it.
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*Falls over laughing*
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and if you want to read a poem about the Tree Squid in all its magesty, here you go....
The Tale of the Tree Squid
(Meant to be read in a pirate-like fashion.)
I'll tell ye a tale, a tale I'll tell,
'Bout a time not long ago.
Not a tale of a whale, but a WHALE of a tale,
'Bout a BEAST from deep below.
The quickest way to Hell, they say,
Is through the deep black sea.
And that is where the Beast came from,
And this be a true story.
A hundred years ago they say,
It was first seen by man,
The fools! They tried to kill the thing
But onto shore it ran.
Its tentacles, they numbered ten.
Its teeth were sharp as knives.
Its flesh was black and slick and foul,
The men ran for their lives.
The creature had but one red eye,
And a hook topped one black limb
Still it slithered with such frightening speed,
The outlook seemed quite grim.
The beast did raise its silver hook,
And stared down at its prey
The men recoiled in horror,
Trapped to their dismay.
They watched its sharp jaws open,
Stared into its one red eye;
The Beast did rear its head back.
And cried in triumph, “AYE’S A BYE!!!”
With that, the Beast did vanish
Into the jungle deep,
Swimming through the leaves and branches,
Destined to climb and creep.
The men fled from the jungle,
Their lesson had been learned,
And in the trees the beast did stay,
To the ocean, never returned.
And here the Beast doth linger,
In darkest glade and wood.
Just like the forests you know.
I’d avoid them if I could.
For the Beast comes out of hiding
Once or twice a year.
Should he find you alone at night,
You’ll have much to fear.
He’ll slide down from the darkness,
And no-matter how hard you try,
He’ll hold you in his captive
Till he bellows, “AYE’S A BYE!”
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