The mermaid was unhappy with her house,
All the bric-a-brac seemed so passe;
How she longed for a more modern cave,
One where starfish, hanging on nets
Played with the currents like watery frets,
And where passing fish might stop to marvel,
At her sunken couch of whitest marble,
Tumbled from pirate ships of yore,
Snatched on its way, to a rich Queen's parlor.
She longed for bracelets of glittering coral,
With a matching necklace, and a stole of Moray,
And an Octopus hat, that would turn all their heads-
Except for sea-men on sea-wrecks, so dead-
It's hard being modern, down under the sea;
There are no malls there, like for you and me.
It was really incredible. Great poem indeed. A fine 10. Please read and rate my poem 'A dream of judgement day' on page 1.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic imagination. I think a lot important themes are addressed in this very original fable. Thanks, Patti. A wonderful piece