She wasn't like Ariel
Didn't want to end up having legs,
Wasn't interested in babies
Prefered the idea of laying eggs.

So she swam the Sargasso sea
Where the water's warm and dark,
And had a romantic fling
With a hammer-headed shark.

He was tough his skin was rough
He never meant her any harm
But in his throes of passion
He bit off her left arm.

The relationship was short
Ending in painful failure,
He had post ****** depression
And was harpooned by a whaler.

She bought a fishtank for their young
And got a job on land,
Pulling off one-legged sailors
With her one remaining hand.

The End.