Worn out today, too tired for read-along. Maybe I need a crib.
So many swings & swingsets in this poem. I am going to have to look into the science of Oscillations. There is such a thing (math, physics). Vibrations, wave theory.
Some poetry puts words through what we guitarists know as a "phaser" (a sound oscillator).
All work & no play faisent Jacques a dull garcon, however. Perhaps I should go back to advanced osculations. Sacre bleu! Mais non.