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she was a sassy little mermaid
with only one ardent wish to wreak havoc on mankind for introducing chips to fish she'd sit upon that lorelei rock and keep her constant check and in the cold weather wore a cardi zipped up to her neck but when she spotted a ship she'd strip down to her vest which was artfully cut so it showed off her splendid chest she'd sing her siren song and lure them to their doom there's many a lovelorn sailor in a cold and watery tomb one cold september morning she was singing for her catch and she lured a certain vessel and there she met her match she tried for an old hull trawler not sure where he should be the skipper had gone and turned wrong way from the north sea and he wouldn't tell his crew no matter what the cost that they'd be late home because he'd got a bit lost then he heard our little mermaid and her wailing was the last straw a carefully aimed beer bottle ensured she bother ed them no more and while she was thus concussed he got his sextant out and realising his mistake went and turned the ship about he arrived home a day or so late but he went and told the crew they'd been on a secret mission and they believed him like you do he never thought any more about his little slip nor did he remember the little maid he'd nearly brained on that eventful trip the effect on her was terrible she turned reclusive and very shy those waters now are quiet and safe near that once dread lorelei as for those hull trawlers they go to sea no more cos mrs thatcher sold them out when we lost that last cod war Vote for this poem
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