Otto Octopus was dressed business casual

highly polished shoes on all eight feet.

Wandering female eyes kept an eye on his hands

Blackout knocked out power so he crawled on the seat

of his trousers, feeling his way with his tentacles

He felt quite aroused when he felt voluptuous female

She slapped away his hands but it was to no avail

Five months later, she gave birth to 50,000 babies

With 400,000 feet! Oh what would they do?

How could they afford so many pairs of shoes?

They wanted their prodigy to be sartorially correct

So they tapped their souls and went into debt

All of the babies are now clothed to precision

But what happens when more offspring arrive?

"Now, say, what do you see?"

"A blackout octopus."

"Hm. Now what could this be?"

"A blackout octopus."

"I don't think you're taking this seriously."

"Heh. Yeah. A blackout octopus."

"You're avoiding with humor, and believe you me-"

I interrupt. "Blackout octopus."