The winged octopus likes to paint with rocks
smashing them whole with orange peel
blow drying an onion with three garlic socks
while chewing the hair of a cookie tree wheel
the spokes have melted a melon cat box
to hold window wine for an invisible man
the crumbs it left made the gingerbread fox
freeze the lion suit in a lemon flying pan
The handle has stolen a karate fish
escaping from the tea elephant goat
the scales are dancing with a kitten's dish
using its horns to eat a potato coat
the buttons are all sneezing a bun
to stop the tentacles from singing
sending its toes to fight off the sun
as its mobile sheepdog is ringing
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