Meeting With a Mermaid
The mermaid swimming in the sea
was scowling when she spotted me -
quite ghastly with her seaweed hair,
she wasn't rattled by my stare,
and hauled herself on board my boat
(despite her weight, we stayed afloat).
Her scaly tail and fishy smell
convinced me that this gal was Hell,
and then she shoved me overboard.
My shouts and splashes quite ignored,
she cackled loudly, yelled, 'Whoopee'
and left me stranded in the sea...
for Line's Mermaid contest
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