The mermaid was unhappy with her house, <br />All the bric-a-brac seemed so passe; <br />How she longed for a more modern cave, <br />One where starfish, hanging on nets <br />Played with the currents like watery frets, <br />And where passing fish might stop to marvel, <br />At her sunken couch of whitest marble, <br />Tumbled from pirate ships of yore, <br />Snatched on its way, to a rich Queen's parlor. <br /> <br />She longed for bracelets of glittering coral, <br />With a matching necklace, and a stole of Moray, <br />And an Octopus hat, that would turn all their heads- <br />Except for sea-men on sea-wrecks, so dead- <br />It's hard being modern, down under the sea; <br />There are no malls there, like for you and me.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mermaid-was-unhappy-with-her-house/
