The Octopod Wizard

It was a hot summer day.

indoor i had to stay.

mom would not let me play

as if the heat would slay.

too boring was to watch the cartoon;

"am not a toddler with a milky spoon,

i have done my class seven"

with crazy dreams of earthly heaven!

"where have they gone, all my friends?

God...tell me when the vacation ends."

even in the room felt the hot wind blow.

the time was lazy and crawling slow.

with no mind and books to browse,

my eyes began to drool and drouse.

with my lids into the usual drill,

I saw something down my window grill.

like a stuntman in a circus fair,

he was swinging in the empty air.

Who could do this Newton's defiance?

Hey, i am a student of science!

taking a leaf off Einstein's book,

i went to take a closer look.

large and watery were his eyes;

he was not cute and nice.

with all those legs long and hairy,

he was no doubt ugly and scary.

I go with you Ron Weasley,

you are not phobic unwisely.

He was dangling from a single thread,

but rapidly his reign spread.

an hour long, i was there, sitting

watch him do all the knitting.

an hour ago, a single strand,

now it was an art so grand!

with patterns neat and intricate;

the fruit of hardwork there to indicate.

He made it out of his own hands

with no spells and no wands.

Often looked as dirt and absurd

is the work of the Octopod Wizard...