Swans

I must confess
That many a girl in a short dress
Has set my pulse racing.
I am forever chasing
The elusive swan,
Who is here then gone
Into the night sky.

I
Am a dry
Watering hole temporarily wet
By girls I forget,
‘Ere I move on
To another swan.

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