Hmm..
must be an octopus
you!
pulling those who meander by
into your close communion
even without their permission
crying, you are mine! you are mine!
what a bore!
you! octopus woman!
I see through your secret agenda
I smell many things fishy
I know even before you forsee
goodness!
you are worse than an evangelist!
scheming to convert
planning to plant seeds of love
when there is neither rain or earth
looking eagerly to hug
and hold, ha! what a tight hold!
dangerous!
you octopus of a woman!
I wish I could never had to meet you
know you or care about you
I wish your dangerous sweet potions
of love, care, mushiness
was not ever trusted by me
ha! I did and how!
it ruined me for life
you, octopus of a woman
with your jazzy snazzy tentacles
armed with smiles dangerous
a voice too sweet to be true
intentions malicious
I trust thee not
you octopus woman.