The House of the Rising Squid
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Squid;
You'll find me in the kitchen there
Washing pots and lids.
My mother was a sailor
Short on self-esteem;
My father was a sous-chef, lord,
Whose life was gutting bream.
Mothers tell your children
Not to do what this one did,
To drown their lives in suds and grease
In the House of the Rising Squid.
EDIT: Forgot the technical stuff. Slow Shutter Cam with camera motion for the original shot, iColorama to smooth a bit and flare out the lower part, and then Graphite (Francis) which produced that ropy effect.