The Lantern Room

The alcoholic octopus With a drink in each hand Yes, wrapped in eight tentacles 
were beers from eight lands

For sharing he cared little, so don't you dare ask And never, ever, get between
 that cephalopod and a cask.

He's fallen from the wagon 
two or three times You see, nothing really sticks 
when you've got no spine.

Everything's better 
after 8 bottles of beer And when in a stupor
 he knows nothing of fear He's started one or two fights
 on an occasion or four Yet despite all that courage,
 he ends up on the floor.

Once in a fit of judgment so queer
 he made quite a poor decision I fear. He tied the knot for sure and for certain
 by marrying a turtle, then it was curtains!

You see this turtle, 
named Myrtle As it Turned out, 
was really quite fertile!

Now with a 100 little turtle-puss
mouths to feed, There are much more pressing 
Items of need. And he's got no money, energy or time 
 for bottles of whiskey, Beer, or Wine.

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“May your seas be wide enough for wonder, your harbor always waiting, and your light never fail when another soul is searching.” – The Lantern Keeper