The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

The Dead Swan



The dead swan lay in the stagnant pool.
It lay. It rotted. It turned
To the right occasionally.
Bits of flesh dropped off it from
Time to time.
And sank into the pool's mire.
It also smelt a great deal.

With apologies to Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings

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