I was on a cruise with 3 male friends
in my seaworthy cabin cruiser.
We’d all been divorced and, tired
of difficult women, we needed a break.
We went on our self-made cruise
to get away from our women woes.
At some point in the vast ocean
we lost our way when a storm
blew us off course and we were
next to a mysterious island.
Six beautiful women appeared on the shore
and began singing to us.
As insane as this sounds, my first thought
was SIRENS!
So I yelled cover your ears to my friends,
but they laughed at me and jump off the cruiser
and swam toward the beautiful singing women,
and I kept yelling at my friends to come back.
Driven insane by the sirens’ singing, they swam
to the shore just as shark fins broke water,
and I knew they had been trapped,
lured by the deadly singing of the beautiful
but evil sirens. The sharks slaughtered my friends;
the sirens laughed like demons.
Seeing my friends slaughtered and dead
and the sirens singing to me,
I turned my boat away from them and
sped out to sea.
I reported the matter to international
authorities, but none found the sirens
or any of my friends’ remains.
And now I’m a person of interests
by the authorities, and I fear my
true story will never be believed by them.
Bob Boyd