257 – Mermaid

Poem number 257
Oh Mermaid! How I long to hold
Your wet skin in my hands
To grasp you to my hairy chest
A hundred miles from land
To swim with you through blissful seas
Our nakedness on show
Your seaweed hair around us
Dredging plankton as we go
But though I long to hold you
And fulfil my dearest wish
I have a nagging worry
That you’d always smell of fish
So I think I’ll stick to girls with legs
Who walk instead of swim
Their boobies may be covered
And they may not be as slim
But they smell of perfumed roses
Which I think you will agree
Is much nicer, in a girlfriend
Than the constant stink of sea.


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