there's a lone seal swimming by the sea hunting for silvers with heartless glee a fish shy there, another one wiggling there who really cares for his table always set for one darkness his day in the sun still he takes to the rolling tides lone, but ******* in his pride one day his eyes pique a double look as a mermaid pops out of his storybook stunning as a little light filters in as she swooshes by, waving her fins she's a sparkled beauty from head to toe her consonance and shine, lighting his mojo growing hunger and his drive keep following her on the ocean floor she shimmers between the rocks she dances one step she be in harmony to his glances he drives a barked out calling so raw and appalling shivers crawling down her back as he arf, arf's another attack alarmed with his lack of renaissance like she should be, she didn't offer a response as she keeps shimmering past the rocks racing, racing away from any further talk broken, he retreats to his mind the missing piece he'll never find there's a lone mermaid swimming by the sea and a lone seal barking of what could be
This could be the story of my life. Some say my delivery is bad. My tone is worse. Ha. I'm just a seal that loves bobbing a ball on his nose.