ABSTRACT
Deep, deep down in the ocean Where squishy fishes swim, Lived many different creatures And an octopus called Tim. Tim wasn’t very friendly Or blessed with many charms, But Tim had lots of other skills As well as lots of arms. Tim was super organised And always had a plan; His house was very ordered And always spick and span. One day a knock came to his door, He heard a small voice say, “Hello, Tim – are you in there? Oh, won’t you come and play?” He looked out of his window “It’s me,” a voice declared. “It’s Jenni the jelly fish! Please come play!” But Tim just stood and stared. “I’m busy,” Tim replied at once “I’ve lots of things to do The house is very messy I have no time for you” Jenni asked Tim every day, Though he never once came out She’d ask him still, just in case, And so he wouldn’t feel left out. Jenni turned and swam away And Tim felt sad and mean, But then the buzzing built inside And Tim began to clean. The swirling feelings grew inside His arms began to whiz, He rushed and raced about the house In a swirly twirly tiz. He used his arms to wash and mop And squish and splash and jangle; But Tim was such a whirlwind It ended in a tangle. His arms were in a muddle; Poor Tim let out a groan. He’d tied himself all up in knots And he was all alone. He wriggled and he squiggled And then let out a yelp; He’d only made it worse He knew he needed help. He couldn’t fix this by himself No matter how he tried, He’d need a friend to help him He’d have to go outside. Tim found Jenni playing, She helped him right away. “I’ll help,” she said, “with one request, That afterwards you play.” “But everything’s a mess,” said Tim, “I can’t forget it’s there.” “Well, how about we don’t,” she said, “But right now let’s not care. “Let’s just play together Let’s splash and play about; And then when playtime’s over We’ll go and sort it out. “And I can come and help you That’s if you want a friend; My arms may not be as fast like yours But mine are yours to lend. “I might not be efficient Or I might not be as strong; But if we work together It might not take as long. “And if you want to carry on And do things your own way, I’ll still pop by and think of you And ask you out to out to play “And you can always call me If you’re ever in a muddle, And I’ll be there to help you out And offer you a cuddle.” With Jenni as his trusted friend And her accepting him, He saw what made him different Also made him Tim!! The tizzy feelings faded As he realised, in the end, He did not need more arms, What he needed was a friend.
