Bali folklore has it a mermaid would come
Fair-skinned, pretty, altogether awesome
Discord, anxiety, and fear to dispel
Like an angel of light all doom to quell.
She’d be seared red from the heat of the sun
Blowing up smoke like a hot machine gun.
Sashaying the beach the local guys to swoon
Stirring up passion like a love-crazed raccoon.
In April 11 twenty-twelve she did appear
In a diver’s wetsuit the crotch showing clear
Gulping down Arak cocktails and gado-gado
Then off to Bangkok in a huff she flew.
Natives now rejoice for what she has done.
Some counting rupiahs others got none.
Eric still wondering why his butt is so blue.
Scales from her tail in his arse is the clue.
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