Stuck in a lampwith legs cramp,the humidity, horribly damp,makes my skin sweatwith fallen drops of fret.Stranded, alone,dismal misery shone,my lips whisper, Moan.My eyes cry ruewhile my heart wooas I reflect tonight,Rub my lamp right.Worried about my lot,Am I a slave soughtwith rusted rotin this forsakenlamp of olden,whence days told then?Or would a wink steera fisherman near?In saltwater I sink,A Mermaids Wink.
