Mermaids

Margaret thought she was a mermaid,

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.

Her piercing voice so highly tuned,            

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.

Margaret had no tail to flap about,

It really was a sin.

But what a waste one would have been,

she'd never learnt to swim.