A Mermaid's Wink

Stuck in a lamp- with legs cramp, the humidity, "horribly damp," makes my skin sweat- with fallen drops of fret. Stranded, alone, dismal misery shone, my lips whisper, "Moan." My eyes cry rue- while my heart woo- as I reflect tonight, "Rub my lamp right." Worried about my lot, "Am I a slave sought- with rusted rot- in this forsaken- lamp of olden, whence days told then? Or would a wink steer- a fisherman near?" In saltwater I sink, "A Mermaid's Wink."