In illuminated tanks all along one wall
naked mermaids,
blue and silver, gold and pink,
dance – in silence, of course,
and for the most part, unwatched.
It is a club for gentlemen of the old school.
Comfortable. Dignified. Sedate.
Sometimes for a spot of fun, though,
they take one out
and perch her on a barstool.
Give her a drink.
Living on Land 