Troubles from the sea...

Dawn of September gathered the town.
Everyone flocked around, around.
Scattered the sun broke through,
grass still hung heavied by the dew.
Podium raised a man in the town,
High above crowds to which he looked down.
"My people, we live in troubled times,
yet nowhere exists such hint of crime.
It is of the great sea robot denizen,
of such things that amass us great fear in,
to which I speak.
For we are pallid and weak,
in comparison to the tentacly great appendages,
with which mechanized destruction he engages.
Devestation the warf and ships have to suffer.
And never yet have times been rougher,
for yesterday was the day,
revealed in carefully calculated beeps from the bay,
the mighty bot creatured's spoken horror wrought,
declaring himself as the mighty Jellybot."