A koala, a mermaid (and octopus too),
Met fast where the waves kissed the still shore anew.
The koala with fur, silken, shaggy and fine,
And the octopus, a knotted-armed tangle; all… nine?
The mermaid, excited, with froth on her face,
Tried some steps on the sand, while the others took chase.
Octopus (with a stumble, a fumble, a reach),
And koala kept step, toe-by-toe, ‘cross the beach.
Through days of bright sunshine and nights of dark blue,
Koala’s ears held to the mermaid’s soft coo.
The octopus, shifty, inspected his shells
A horde he kept secret within silent swells.
But the tide did turn rough, and the octopus sighed,
His arms hardened, heavy; his spirits untied.
The mermaid, at once, brought her arm from the dark
And presented her OWN prize, an octopus mark.
His eyes became foggy, he smiled in shame,
And showed her his mermaid, (location the same).
The Koala, no longer being tired or lost
Enveloped them, tightly, permeating his frost.
In the final verse, finally, the mermaid embraced
The koala (contented) and set a clear pace
As the octopus, trailed, (her tail held in the blue)…
…A koala, a mermaid (and octopus too).