Eight Tentacles

If only I had an octopus
I’d soon get my housework done.
I’d set him to work on the hoovering
With tentacle number one.
Tentacle two would grab a mop
And start on the kitchen floor
While he dusted and polished the furniture
With tentacles three and four.
Tentacle five would turn on the tap
And tackle the washing up
While tentacle six took a well-earned break
And curled round a china cup.
Tentacle seven would make the beds
And set all the pillows straight,
And all the time he’d be balancing
On tentacle number eight.