A young lady named Ling
Comes round to mine to swing.
The vicar’s pretty wife Lee
Takes tea with Ling and me,
And then we go and swing.
A young lady named Ling
Comes round to mine to swing.
The vicar’s pretty wife Lee
Takes tea with Ling and me,
And then we go and swing.
I’ve not been on a swing for ages. Your poem reminds me of how much I enjoyed it as a child.
I’m glad that my poem brings back happy childhood memories, Vivienne.
Funnily enough, as I was walking through the woods today I heard a little boy talking to his mother about a swing that has been set up in the trees.
Best wishes, Kevin