My 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.

2 thoughts on “My Swing

    1. K Morris Poet Post author

      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

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