Mermaids, farts and butter tarts, they all appeal to me
One calls me with her sexy tail, inciting me to sea
Splish, splash, come join the bash, that mermaid says to me
A butter tart, I can’t refuse, they taste so heavenly good
A bit of treacle is all it is, though I never understood
Some tarts to be avoided, while others taste so fine
A maid of mer, a butter tart, a justly glass of wine
And afterwards, when all is well I know it is the time
to give chase to yonder mermaid, in all her salty brine
So down I go, into the sea, my tummy rumbling gently
Come back my fishy tailed maid, my strength is almost spently
But from the depths of deep regards, an enormous fart ensues
Propels me forth when all seems lost into the murky sea
And there’s my fishy tailed mermaid, waiting just for me
And now you see why mermaids, farts and butter tarts
all appeal to me!
July 17, 2012
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