Tale of a mermaid

The little girls who helped their father build her are young women now. Time has rusted away her marmaid tail but she still has pert Madonna breasts. She’s growing old gracefully, with a garland of yellow flowers blooming, crown-like around her head in the spring. Once apon a time she had the letterbox suspended above her head too.   Now the postie obligingly leans down from his motor bike to deliver the mail, a concession to an ageing beauty.