I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.
There was a little girl who had long beautiful hair
She loved to go by the river with her dad who was so dear
She liked to look at the fishes and splash in the stream
To be like a mermaid was her greatest dream
She would spend hours in the water flapping around
And only came out when it was time to eat lunch
One day as she and her father were having a good time swimming around
They saw what looked like a beautiful mermaid making a sweet sound
They stopped and looked at the mermaid who waved at them
They waved back and called her and so they became friends
It was a great day at the river as the mermaid had come around
She and Ash became good friends and gave her a gift which was a comb
Whenever she used it in her hair, she would become a mermaid
Ash combed her hair near the river every day and on the banks she laid
Then the magic happened and she was transformed into a beautiful mermaid and they would swim together
Off they went, enjoying themselves and talking to all the sea creatures
The ocean was beautiful with all the wonderful things
Ash was now a mermaid and she met sea queens and kings
Ash enjoyed being a mermaid anytime she wished
Her best friend, her best pal, the little mermaid.
Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on April 10, 2018:
Come now Billy...Don't you want that tall beautiful hair...lol
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on April 10, 2018:
Keep that comb away from me. I have no desire to be a mermaid. :) Fun read!
Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on April 09, 2018:
Frank Atanacio on April 09, 2018:
what a wonderful poem Clive .. the gift of a comb was clever
Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on April 08, 2018:
Flourish. There are oceans beyond ours without pollution nad danger. District Earth is prison
FlourishAnyway from USA on April 08, 2018:
I’m trying to think about the pros and cons of mermaid-hood. Maybe I want a comb but then there are also sharks and pirates and ocean trash to be afraid of. I’m kinda undecided. But I did like your poem, Clive.