The Story Was True

I tried to write a story about a swan.
I tried making it long, or allegorical, or refreshing.
I wanted it to be good as a piece of gum.
It turned out to be more of a cashew,
more of a walnut, macadamia sort of story.
It has variety, at least.
This poem is a party mix
but with no perfect punch of an opening line.
At least the story was true,
well, except for the swan part.
Everything else in the story fit,
but more loosely, like pajamas.
I tried to write a story about a swan
when I was trying to write a story
about you, and it looks like
I can't really do either, can I?