Grace, the Mermaid

I made a new friend when I was in Halifax, Nova Scotia. She inspired me so much, I had to write a poem about her.


I know a mermaid whose name is Grace
She has funny hair and a made up face,
When she talks, her voice peels paint
A beauty pageant queen, that she ain’t.

She has her good points if you look hard enough
She’s funny, she’s witty and boy, is she tough,
She won’t take crap from anyone
Rumour has it she carries a gun!

All of a sudden, she bursts into song
I hate to tell her every note is wrong,
She sings and sings into the night
Giving the tourists quite a fright!



Comments

  1. Shesha ChaturvediAugust 20, 2014 at 10:28 PM

    Nicely written and frightening too! I enjoyed :)

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    1. UnknownAugust 21, 2014 at 6:36 AM

      Thanks, Shesha! She is a bit scary, isn't she?

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  2. NabanitaAugust 20, 2014 at 10:57 PM

    Must be quite a woman... Good write...

    Random Thoughts Naba - Sailing through with Sheer Willpower...

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  3. AnonymousAugust 21, 2014 at 12:33 AM

    I love it!!!

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  4. AnonymousAugust 21, 2014 at 3:05 AM

    The poem is lovely and you made me like your friend :)

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    1. UnknownAugust 21, 2014 at 6:37 AM

      Thanks TOT. She really is lovely under that facade, honest!

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  5. Shilpa GargAugust 21, 2014 at 6:32 AM

    Wow! You have aptly described her. Like her attitude :)

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    1. UnknownAugust 21, 2014 at 6:38 AM

      Thanks, Shilpa. She does have attitude for sure.

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  6. Battered HopeAugust 21, 2014 at 11:09 AM

    Hmmm I think I will stick with humans -- like the one on the left of the scary one!

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  7. Loni TownsendAugust 21, 2014 at 12:40 PM

    LOL. Sounds like it's the start of a beautiful friendship. :)

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  8. UnknownAugust 21, 2014 at 7:05 PM

    Such a fun write! She is quite a character! ♥

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  9. IndywritesAugust 22, 2014 at 1:34 AM

    This is one scary mermaid alright! I like the rhyme of the poem. Funny and cool.

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  10. Debbie D. August 22, 2014 at 5:29 AM

    That was fun! :) Interesting statue. Glad you're enjoying your vacation.

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  11. AnonymousAugust 22, 2014 at 6:44 AM

    Loove the post and superb fun..made me smile:)

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  12. Richa SinghAugust 22, 2014 at 7:38 AM

    What a statue! And the poetry adds the perfect flavour to the visual :D

    Richa

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