I am deleting stickies and I don't want to delete other poeple's work. So this is Angeldreamz123's poem on prompt 11

Two empty toddler swings
running,
i jumped
into
the swing.

My friend
followed
in
pursuit.

We laugh.

We swing.

We are
confroted
by
a toddler.

We
acwardly
get off.

Our antics
have made
us
feel like
toddlers.