A Climbing Frame

Not have I,

Twice in one day,

Been used as such

A climbing frame,

I would have thought

That respect is mine,

But take it away,

Yes, that is fine.

Though, if I think,

I’m being used

(And what much

More can I do?),

I’ll try to walk

Away and hide,

For there cannot

Be what’s inside;

Abuse as this,

It’s rare to see,

Yet it does not sit

In unique-acy;

A climbing frame

I shall become,

Every walking day,

Until my life is done. 

The End

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