Sleeping in an office cubicle,
And not saying I did…
Motion sensors keep the lights on–
The sleeper is never hid!
–
Now is it from restless legs,
Moving so lights don’t dim down…
Or is it when waking up
Movement brings the lights on?
–
Suffice to say the sleeper
Never quite could decide…
Enough that nobody caught him
The few hours he had to abide!
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–J.E.C.
EMERGENCY EXITS?
(to the tune of THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS)
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I met a neighbor come inside
From bath rooming her dog,
She complained that the snow had,
Emergency exits clogged…
She was going to call the Office
Register a complaint,
To point out safety concerns
That doing so they “ain’t”.
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I think a certain someone
Should go out pretty soon
And shovel off what they can
This late afternoon…
Sprinkle on some ice melt
That entrances are clear,
To make sure we are all safe
And none live in fear!
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Part-time here becomes full=time
In winter–I should know–
I used to work at Maintenance
For two years or so…
But living in your place of work,
You’re the first line of defense,
You must be ready for the snow
For normal recompense!
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I hope my neighbor calls soon
So a man may stop by
To do as requested
Despite the snow fly…
Maybe I can manage
A “landing” or two,
With some effort on my part
We will muddle through–
Yes, with effort on our part,
We’ll somehow muddle through!
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–Jonathan Caswell
THE GUY WHO LOST IT…
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The guy who recently “lost it”,
Whose manhood is not a threat…
Still has a brain that functions–
He hasn’t lost all of it yet!
–
He likes the luscious looking,
Faves he has in fact…
Commenting he won’t be brooking
But is less likely to act.
–
His compliments of people
He keeps closer to the chest…
Experience in business climates
He does what is best.
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–Jonathan Caswell
CASWELL GOLD????
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This growing ginger makes me want to root
Around in Douglas soil to start a new pursuit…
We’ll call it “Douglas gold”–ginger ale so fine
With a special ginger beer–the label would be mine!
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JUST THINK–we’d have a “Ginger Vale” accommodating vans
Of happy people coming to drink in enchanted lands…
A ginger beer garden with ginger gum for free
And ginger beer waiting there and special ginger tea!
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Somewhere, winding ’round the place, we’d put a ginger train,
Riding cars with gingered roofs if it began to rain…
All this silly stuff takes time
But it is a new dream of mine!
–Jonathan Caswell
THE LITTLE BOY WITHIN
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He’s fifty-seven years old,
A really nice guy I’m told…
But an inside secret
Gnaws at him yet,
The depths to which he’s sold.
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A little boy comes out at times,
Generally there’s a pattern, he finds…
Exasperating, sure,
And hardly pure
The start of which generally blinds.
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In secret it happens when
An obsession from back then…
Grabbed onto
Til it blows through,
Regretted and let go again.
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Obsessions often hook to the past,
Something , some one, who didn’t last…
Substitution
For what’s left undone,
Opportunities gone and crashed.
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Funny–who lives in the past–
Unwilling to give up at last…
Letting hurts heal
Demands one reveal
One’s pattern and feelings out to cast.
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Self-analysis is fine
But at a point must cross lines…
Into reality
Where a little boy sees
What he longs for is around him all the time!
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 