Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Swinger

The little girl sits in a swing,

Which from a tree limb tied does hang.

But no one is around helping

The little girl start to swing. Dang!

She kicks and jiggles but cannot

Get the swing at all to move to

And fro, and back and forth, as ought.

The little girl is feeling blue,

At such sad sitting still she is.

Just when she feels there's no chance for

Some fun swinging today, gee whiz,

She starts to swing, then more and more.

Who the mysterious swinger be?

The little girl's swung by the tree.