PERMISSION
TO COME ABOARD!

Captain spies his favorite future trophy!
Nope, he's not out trolling for old Moby.
He calls to lovely merm sitting on a buoy.
Ahoy, Merm-baybay! Visit this sailor boy!

I dare ya, Miss Fishy Beauty of the Bay.
Come aboard, Lovely Lass, wanna play!
Let's play the "Touch My Mast" today!
Want to see the best catch of the day?

This mermaid floats so temptingly close
in the blue safety of the deep cold bay.
But tempted, she still ventures to ask,
What's under your mast, Cap Mayday?

Listen now, Captain's tried all his lures,
and already too often his nets, he cast.
He feigns a task, starts to step the mast.
Old Salt knows she can't resist to ask.

Old Captain still trying to make his day.
Oh! Oh!, Merm, this ain't seabass, okay?
He's still enticed by the curve of her fin.
Would I chance having you call Noah in?

Toss another line, yells she, you stinker!
Thought ya had me hook, line and sinker?
Peg-legged sailor-son of a shark, avast!
Go, hide eye-patch, sharpened hook, fast!

Let me haul you, Merm, under this mast.
He knows he has one last chance to cast.
He baits a hook for this young fishy lass.
Hey! Hey! This invitation may be my last.

Today, I already checked out yer "mast"
when you skinny-dipped in this cold bay!
Then Splash! She's beginning to sink fast.
I've seen your big old "mast" -- oy vey!

(c) 2002 Rennie Lorca