Female octopuses throw shells at males that irk them.
So reads the lead-in to the story online.
And herein lies a message to poets:
Why waste ink on the bastards
when a well-aimed projectile will serve the same purpose?
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Female octopuses throw shells at males that irk them.
So reads the lead-in to the story online.
And herein lies a message to poets:
Why waste ink on the bastards
when a well-aimed projectile will serve the same purpose?
HAH. Thanks for the laugh.
This piece makes me want to never waste ink again. <3
Ha! Efficiently hits the mark!
Haha! Yes! I will be throwing my pen at the paper next hour. I have wasted enough ink on these shallow, cowardly poems of mine so far. Nice write, my friend!
I’ve NEVER seen you write a shallow, cowardly poem, Cupcake!
This is cute. Practice that aim. Thanks for sharing.