A Mermaid's Wish

The (not-so-little) mermaid stares down between her scales, to the spot where the sun don't shine. A look of concern dawning on her face, she can't help but wonder (not what it might be like to have legs Or to walk and run) but what it might be like to have a p#$$y or who-ha if p#$$y is too dirty. She has v@***@ envy. For although she has been blessed with a bodacious pair of puppies, or tatas or breasts if puppies and tatas offend you. She feels incomplete with out the who-ha or c##t if who-ha is too clean. She saw the word in a dirty magazine, that her friend gave her, and now whenever she gets the chance, She swims to the surface, and stares at the pictures of women spreading their meat curtains, or showing off their honey pot, if meat curtains is too pejorative. She fantasizes about having that bearded clam between her legs, About taking her fingers and parting those luscious lips Perhaps fishing around down there Although she doesn't know why men use that term The v@***@ is not like a fish It is more like a flower. She stays in that spot, studying and staring at where all life begins envious that she herself does not have a heart-shaped box.