I used to love to sing,
While sitting on a swing.
Going forward and back
Until I would hack
From lungs that were writhing.
Author notes
Yeah, everything is true except for the hacking part. (Well, I maybe coughed a little, but my lungs weren't writhing in pain THAT much!) Both my sister and I did this singing-on-the-swing thing. Our mom told us that it could have been on account of that when we were both babies, she held us in her arms and sang to us while rocking on a swing. Fascinating, huh? (Yes we are twins, so she sang to us at the same time and we both developed the habbit.)...(My twin is Zephyr Aryn, {on AP} if you are curious.)
A contest entry
- A limerick beginning with " I" by Pete Greenslade.
300 points, ended June 14, 2007, 18 entries
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Song SwingingTwining Twins
A swinging song helps you keep pace
And puts a big smile on your face
With the sun and fresh air
and the wind through your hair
You are beauty, enchantment, and grace.
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