Leda wanted something beautiful in her house,
so she went to City Park to the lake
and wrestled a swan,
lugging it home to her living room.
But all the squawking and flapping
began to get on her nerves,
so she transported it to the bathtub.
The bird bit her, and
that night she couldn't take a bath.
The next morning she
evicted the swan.
Still desiring something beautiful in her house,
she scoured the local yard sales and purchased
a striking portrait of Elvis on black velvet.
Leda sighed contentedly
as she cracked open a book
she had also gotten for a steal
at the sale; by somebody named Yeats.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed your poem a lot! Thanks! I read a short story by the same name earlier this year, it was wonderful.