A Good Line by Spider Tom

One night, I was dreaming, and I woke up moaning, 
I found a perfect stranger, there inside my bed. 
I was thrown, in a panic, I'm just a broke mechanic, 
So I tried to diagnose, the miss inside my head. 

My thoughts were retrieving, the previous evening, 
I had a recollection, of nothing much, at all
A bed-fellow delicious, or bed-fellow , vicious, 
She sighed in her sleep, and turned to the wall. 

I was never, ever fine, at a good pick up line, 
And confusion, and stale wine, tortured my dull head, 
This was no apparition, was she there, from my wishing, 
Last night, I'd gone fishing, now a girl is in my bed. 
. 
Her grey eyes, gave a flutter, no word did she utter, 
She flung back the blanket, and gave a little flail, 
My eyes, started popping, my jaw, started flopping, 
Instead of two long legs, she sported, a fish-tail. 

What a wild, fish-story, there in her glory, 
Was the finest of Mermaids, that fell, for a good line. 
Should I seduce, or scale her, I was bound, to fail her, 
My body still all droopy, from the bottles of wine. 

She gave me a hurt look, showed me where my hook, 
Had pierced her lower lip, said she felt the sting. 
I said,"be mine, forever, I won't hurt you ever, 
Your mouth is just adorable, I'll give you a lip-ring." 

All things in life, are winnable, your chance, at best is probable. 
And love becomes unstoppable, as passions rise and fall, 
A mermaid, oh so fine, can be caught with a good line, 
When providence devine, gives two hearts a call. 

We now share a zacuzzi,she never was a floosie, 
We were wedded, by the ocean, to the singing of the whales, 
We fell, hook, line and sinker,and as I love to tinker, 
She showed me how to get inside her scales. 

I was never, ever fine, at a good pickup line, 
"Luck", is a fisherman, I have often said. 
This was no apparition, she was there from her wishing, 
I've given up fishing, keep scaleing her instead.

© Ken Robertson 29/10/1999