Swimmingly [Lyric Poem] Posted on July 4, 2024 by B Gourley Moving at a glide -- No strain, no effort, Rolling side to side, No lord or escort.Things are going SWIMMINGLY. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related