Mermaids of Astoria
The wayward swimmers of the mega-rich,
Their, intrepid pools stretch longer than homes,
Filled with oddities compelled to their niche,
A place can be found in a watered ditch,
Perchance a pool, right place, and right time zone,
The wayward swimmers of the mega-rich,
Place for oddities to be like a witch,
To be amongst our kind, not throw a stone,
Filled with oddities compelled to their niche,
Then let them be, the mermaids three, their pitch,
Free to swim, to amour, steal hearts, rich tone,
The wayward swimmers of the mega-rich,
Let them swish, splash, splish, be, with hearts to hitch,
Stolen by the frigid, timid, no bone,
Filled with oddities compelled to their niche,
Such is the lives of the heartless cold glitch,
Nefarious nature mermaids are clones,
The wayward swimmers of the mega-rich,
Filled with oddities compelled to their niche,
2019 September 21
Copyright © Hilo Poet | Year Posted 2019
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