My friends

M.R.E.A.J.A.N.

7 Swings it used to hold,

all cradled through with mold.

And here I was the first to fall,

My swing broke, chain and all.

One swing labeled with an R,

Was left abandoned by the middle bar.

Not forgotten was that swing,

For R has not done anything.

Wrong was my woe to be,

In this merry falsivity.

7 Swings it used to hold,

all cradled through with mold.

And here I was the first to fall,

My swing broke, chain and all.

E was next for she saw-

Through the haze of it all.

Another swing breaking with the rust.

I guess you could say that swingset was a bust.

7 Swings it used to hold,

all cradled through with mold.

And here I was the first to fall,

My swing broke, chain and all.

Three swings left, all swung with glee.

Yet one was rusting, oh could it be?

One of two swings with an A was just beginning,

To show the signs of wear and thinning.

7 Swings it used to hold.

Now we're breaking through the mold.

And here I was the first to fall,

My swing broke, chain and all.

Two swings left J and A. Without a sign-

One would think it benign.

If that one didn't see

That 7 swings swung originally.

7 Swings it used to hold,

all cradled through with mold.

And here I was the first to fall,

Yet first unseen my swing had no call.

Ah, you say, but your math is wrong,

One swing that swung has not been rung.

I agree, pensively, for the center swing

Held water, bleach, salt, and vinegar to rust the swings for she was king.

That last swing with an N

Has rubber chains and no caged pen.

7 Swings it used to hold,

all cradled through with mold.

And here I was the first to fall,

My swing broke, chain and all.

Next came R, and then E,

now I fear for the rest of the swings,

They don't know how much hurt the descent brings.

7 swings.

6 swings.

5 swings.

4 swings.

Now 3.