On April Ten Four,

I found a mermaid washed up on the shore
She had gills like drainage grates, picket fences and wrought iron gates
She had turquoise scales like cobblestones, which I tailed to a blue-and-white home

Her hair was unbound, burgeoning to a daffodil crown
Reminiscent of Narcissus, whose love led him to drown

And, the...