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He's a Squid!

This is a short poem dedicated to my neighbor, Mr. Jones. He is a squid.

As far back as I can remember, ever since I was a little kid,

(Although if my mother were to find out, surely she would forbid)

Some friends of mine and I, would spy, on the neighbors and see what they did.

So we tiptoed over to old Mr. Jones house, around the corner-side we hid,

And as I peered alone, through his window, "Good luck," the others bid

I could hardly belive my eyes when staring back, I saw A SQUID.