The swing that I swung on wasn't quite right It pulled to the left whenever I took flight Back and forth with a pumping and leaning of course Pushing me pulling me higher with force To the tip toppy tip that that swing will go Stretching that chain from the high to the low I know if I do it with all of my might  I just might swing round, all the way right? But when the time came for me to launch out The seat went all crooked, something's off here no doubt Still I leapt from the plastic and soared through the air Flying so freely that I had not a care That's when I realized i was about to land in a pool Now I'm all wet but man that was cool


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.