Verse - 4 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

Though I may never see them Dance
Or Marvel at their Art beneath the Sea
My Faith dictates a Potential Romance:
'Behold their Atlantic Beauty! '



Sing with your Forms, lovely Sirens of the Waves!
Sing aloud the submerged Kingdom of the god
Who with his Trident blesses your Careers to the Peak
When the Pyros a-lighten; and the Party begins Above
Shakes the Men-Folk's Knees; Melts the Heart of the Knave!



I suppose the Drumming Applause after the Last Full Show
Left a Lasting Phenomenon to all who dared to View
This Sensational Event; Too much to Sing for Praise
I would cop my Mouth then and let my Eyes do the Praising.



To see just how Cool and Stunning these Sirens can be
And left me sipping Bubbles from my Raspberry Tea.