Hi there. Some of you may know me from fanfiction.net, under the same username. I'm more involved in FF, to be honest, and my guess is that I won't spend all that much time on here. I'll beef up my profile later on, too, but for now just enjoy this...fascinating...poem. Which is certainly not mine. Blech.

The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool.
They lay. They rotted. They turned
Around occasionally.
Bits of flesh dropped off them from
Time to time.
And sank into the pool's mire.
They also smelt a great deal.

-Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings

Have a lovely day!