Swan Stories

Strange things do happen and more often than not they tend to happen to me. This is the telling of the kind of thing that does happen. Went into the bar of a nearby hotel one evening, met up with a few of the lads, had a few drinks, and watched the televised football. It was late in the year, quite nippy outside but after having a few pints it always doesn't seem to be quite as cold as it actually is. It was fairly dark a...

Light hitting her face on the glass,  This little mirror showing one lass. The ugly duckling not near a swan.  Nothing you would lay hands on. What she views she hates,  For she is the one cursed with this face. If you were to see, to cast an eye,  would you mutter bye before saying hi. For in this mirror I look,  looking at the tattered cover of my book. Not interesting, a bit of a bore,  pages ripped out and thrown on t...