My Transformation Poem by Ima Ryma

I found an ancient written spell
That would transform me if I did
Sit by the ocean side and dwell
Upon requirements as was bid.
I took off all the clothes I wore,
And in a pile upon them sat,
Putting my naked self before
The underwater habitat.
Magic words spoken by me done,
Then to the sea powers I prayed
That I become a chosen one,
And be turned into a mermaid.

Quite soon a fishtail I should see
Form on the bottom half of me.