After my boat was dead in the water,
I thought I'd be in cold storage.
How could I get myself in a dither?
Feeling deserted, like unclaimed luggage.
When the stormy main wolfed me down,
I dived into pitch darkness of the deep.
At the bottom, a mermaid with a crown
Took my hand, and then started to weep.
She reminded me of my first sweetheart
Who took an O.D., and ended up dead.
The mermaid said we would never part.
She had in store for me a big waterbed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem