Leda and the Swan
I really want to get it on
in different ways. My husband bores
me – look at that enormous swan
Oh! bless my wringing underdrawers!
Tyndareos is king, it’s true,
but when he comes to claim his right
he does as peasant men might do,
a chore: in, out and then goodnight.
But this! a feathered god! a beast!
with thrusting neck and muscled breast
has burst into my room and greased
my loins with fire. O welcome guest!
Whatever will the gossips say?
Their wicked tongues will paint me loose
and twisted. Well, my woodland lay,
I’ll tell them all that you were Zeus.