A Swinger Party

I felt swing-y,

so I climbed on a swing I found on a park.

She took me on her warm embrace,

or rather,

I sat on her face.

.

Up and up, higher and higher,

cutting air,

scratching clouds,

she sling me to heavens.

.

But age equates weight,

and weight times speed equates lots of Newtons.

And Newtons in centrifugal move,

equates Pascals.

These fellows are bullies.

They wanted my dinner.

.

I admit:

I enjoyed and I feared.

Youth chases the highs,

but Age fears the lows.

.

My companion, he gave up first –

didn’t much like her.

But who am I to blame, he falls from the highest?

My hat.

He flew away.

.

I came to a halt.

Gave her a little kiss.

Said goodbyes like a gentleman.

My cheeks glowing red and

neighborhood kids laughing their ass off.