🔱 The Siren's Sour Soliloquy 🔱
From your rocky perch, you sing a song so grand,Of sailors lost and shipwrecked on the sand.
Your voice, they say, could charm the very deep,
But on the charts of talent, you just sleep.
You boast of beauty, centuries renowned,
But I've seen better glamor on the murky ground.
Your 'luring look'? It's just a tragic stare,
Like a tired trout that's gasping for fresh air.
Your hair is green, your scales are slightly cracked,
The ocean's chlorine must have badly smacked
That over-processed, waterlogged critique—
Seriously, darling, your luster's getting weak!
Your only trick is tempting men to doom,
A one-note gimmick echoing through the gloom.
I'm sorry, but your act is far too old,
It's time to trade that fish-tail in for gold,
Or better yet, a pair of decent shoes,
And find a hobby that the world can choose
To not involve a tragic, watery death.
You need an agent, not a final breath!
So keep your song, your chorus, and your cries,
The only thing you're hooking are the flies.
Your fame is sinking, dear, your legend's worn,
You're just a glorified, glamorous piece of prawn.