Mermaid Poem by jan hansen

Mermaid Fascination

Put a seashell to your ear and hear

the storm that blew and the call from

the mermaid you met when wading

along the shores of Peru.

The tail thing is a myth because I met

her late in the evening in a pink room

perfumed to cover for the odour of

beery men, who live in dread of dentists.

She was glad to see me and I seeing

her, although not at this place, yet she

took an hour off her busy schedule and

we made love without haste.