Swan

The bride is a Beauty
Mutely gliding
Across the reception room
Three ugly-duckling daughters in her wake

Pausing at a tray
Of canapés
Her long neck bowed down
She pounces upon a salmon tit-bit
And gulps it down

Graceful and strong
The Tae-Kwon-Do third Dan
Who once broke
The arm and the heart of a man