Swings

[ironicgoose]

So a while ago I showed up here out of the blue and posted for a while, and then I disappeared.
I don't really have much of an excuse. I just stopped coming.
But I think I'll start coming again. I feel stupid starting a thread only to say that I'm going to come back, instead of just coming back.

So this isn't a thread about my return. It's a thread for poetry.

I like swings
I think I like them, at least
I like to tell myself I like them
Because I feel like I'm the kind of guy who'd like swings
If I was someone else, and I met myself, and then someone asked me if I thought the person I just met would like swings I'd say yes
Because I seem like the kind of guy who'd like swings
And I do like swings
Well, I think I like swings
You see, when I think of swings, I think of good times
I have many fond memories of swings
But every so often I actually go on a swing
And they aren't that great anymore
I'm too big for them, and they're too small for me
But I just forget about that
Because I like swings