The Perfect Mate
She's pretty when she swims in the vat
with two green eyes, like a saucy cat
her hair of golden hue
is a pompadour skew
disheveled and pretty teased at that
it looks like its been chewed by a rat
Still, the sea never discriminates
her vagabond waters don't ingrate
her womb is plentiful
and as she draws she pulls
every Siren finds her perfect mate.
8/2/2019
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2019
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