A Siren of the Ocean.
Her womanly curves and flashing smile,
Many a heart had broken.
A mermaids charm lies in her laugh,
A flirting girlish Giggle.
In Margaret's case this was replaced
By a deep and salty chuckle.
Margaret Thought she was a Mermaid,
As she strolled along the beach.
The sultry sounds of a mermaids song,
Did not compare to her piercing screech.
That only dogs could hear it.
Rang long and strong in a tuneless song,
As along the sand she tripped.
Margaret thought she was a mermaid,
A woman of the sea.
Her eyes where bright, her hair was long,
but alas had feet where her tail should be.
She wanted pearly glittering scales,
And a bra made of crustaceans.
And Glistening, sparkly, shiny gems,
That had been polished by the jetsam.
It really was a sin.
But what a waste one would have been,
she'd never learnt to swim.