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The Boy Who Wouldn’t Stop Wanting to Swing

The Boy Kept asking to be swung

Held by his parents, into the air was flung.

Round and round he went swinging to and fro.

He felt his top half, had become, play doh.

Then he looked at his arms, in surprise

They had stretched, to double their size.

The sleeves of his jackets, were now too short,

Clothes with such long sleeves, nowhere could be bought.

So he bandaged the gap, between elbow and hand

To keep his arms warm, you understand.

Now, helps his mother, when doing the shopping,

As to the top most shelf, he is reaching.

He longs to be swung, by his legs too,

As many more amazing things, he’d be able to do.