I judged her by face, Just like a book I threw, By cover I withdrew, Never pondered what I lost, Should I blame the world, Or, Take it as my fault, Evidently, Twenty years are quite enough, To create a thought this tough, That; Skin is the thing you seek for, Then check her height, then fur, What a freak, Continuing streak, I stepped ahead, What's the use asking God, When I am going to get her along, "You filthy boy, you oblong", You missed that pearl, And not only once, and, My God Continued speaking for long, She loved you all, She was one to fall, loved you, To moon and back, and that too, Without stepping back, You jumped in middle, Making relation a riddle, bluntly, rudely, breaked her heart, You made such twist, Hakuna Matata was tattooed on wrist, No worries in this life, and you lost, a lovely potent wife, Finally, Supreme power without delay, In anger, In dismay, Spoke for last time, "I should have made; Your beloved Mermaid", So that, Costume and looks couldn't come by, When you hold her hand, or look in eye, But, You filthy boy, you oblong, as I see you, Looking her weaker side, You still wish, Why's she a half Blowfish, And Alas, This time too, You let her hand, Slip like sand, Slip like sand.