The Beach Gets Cold

if you and me
 dried up the sea
 the mermaid, we would wake her
 we'd dance along, and all the salt
 could fill a zillion shakers
 still the beach gets cold, at night
 and though the winds are so alive
 they don't blow
 sand in my eyes
 the ocean's all gone dry
 surprise, and no you're not so wise
 but still you tantalize
 with those seductive eyes
 and soon you will revise
 the conversation size
 and so I have sermised
 are we men or are we mice?
 the seagulls will not fly
 I recall
 remember when
 oh I do not forget
 says this on the license plates
 in the province of quebec
 still they must forget, sometimes
 it can't all fit inside, their minds
 though I'm sure, their brains are fine
 at least as good as mine
 to find, the thoughts as sweet as wine
 that burn like turpentine
 a lone like porcupine
 we won't touch cause of spines
 a violent valentine
 you crossed the dotted line
 the same place where you sign
 a simple x is fine