O, woe is he! He who has many a limbs to use, but none willing to take! The loneliness of goliath solitude, without a friend to make!
A simple hug, tis all he craved, but left was he, the others think he depraved.
A tear fallen, hiding in the eternal sea. Their flow never ending until a ship comes toward he.
"Is it so? A wooden ship sails near with people to hug in tow?!" A lengthy limb wiped his eye, no longer feeling the need to cry.
His multi-colored arms, just begging for something to embrace, climb to the surface where the ships race.
His hold is firm, for he is over joyed, however his new friend is very annoyed. Within a moment, the bliss ends, when the wooden ship bends!
With a 'crack!' it is gone, the hug no more. The humans scream in fear of what is in store.
Back to loneliness, something he will never miss.
O, woe is he, the giant octopus of the sea. Eight limbs to use, but none to greet. So give this troubled soul a hug should you meet.
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