Original Poem: the Swing

Webinok on Jun 4, 2009

An original poem on a boy in the park.

There was a lad on the playground

Prancing about merrily,

The twisting tornado went round and round

Until the swing he did see.

The wooden seat nodded in the gale

Enticing the little boy,

He sat, pushed back, and let it sail

And a squeal he did deploy.

The swing drew back and then ascended,

The monkey fell from the tree,

Blood flowed from a knee rended,

And the boy sobbed sorrowfully.

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Comments (3)

nekkoli on Jun 4, 2009
Great poetry!
Nikita K on Aug 19, 2009
Aw this is such a cute poem and what I love about it most is that even though the boy gets hurt, the rhyme still makes it sound better than it probably would have been. Good use of poetry techniques.
Lostash on Sep 30, 2009
I think you should post a few more!

Hi there!