In the depths where sunlight fears to tread,
An octopus whispered, "You color my dread."
With arms of eight, he danced with glee,
Inking poetry, a deep-sea spree.
Beneath the waves, where shadows creep,
A lobster found love—well, sort of a sweep.
"You claw me crazy," she chuckled, "at night,
But darling, you're shelled—do I need to fight?"
The abyssal disco, a kraken's delight,
With jellyfish glow, they waltz till twilight.
"Abyssal love," the anglerfish sings,
"Worse than a whale's, but better than rings."