The Squid from Quid
A short story poem
Once upon a time
in the land of Quid,
there came a strange
and peculiar squid.
He had no ink
or cloud to spread.
Truth be told,
he'd rather be dead.
Because all his peers
they teased him bad.
He had no friends,
which made him sad.
And so one day
when he was down,
he explored on his own
and got out of town.
Deep in the ocean
away from his home,
he had time to think
and be on his own.
He saw all the coral
and moved through the weeds.
He saw all the many
variety of reeds.
It made him think
since no plant was the same,
that maybe his peers
were really quite lame.
To think that all squids -
the young and the old -
should all be the same,
not to shy, not to bold.
He thought he was broke
all his life he felt so.
But now he felt changed
and now he felt whole.
The next time squids laughed
or called him mean names,
he reminded himself
he was not to blame.
Each squid has a purpose
though some may not see it,
and maybe one day
he would grow up to be it.
The end
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