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, Essex.

(For those who don't get the reference: https://hitchhikers.fandom.com/wiki/Paula_Nancy_Millstone_Jennings)