Here staggers a salty one

Topped to the brim with landlubber

Oats and malts and barley hops

Kalopsia colours his vision blurry

Stumbling along on two left feet

Singing a shanty off-key

Emptying his bladder into her home

His addled brain dead only sleep can restore

A predator's sigh slips past the mermaid's lips

The drivel in his blood ruins the taste of him

Mating unlikely for he can’t get it up–

There’ll be no fun playing with this prey.

In no mood for an unfulfilling snack

The mermaid sinks deep

...As does he

Taken by her sister, less picky than she