Category Archives: computation

JUSTIFYING MY “0-6-2”

An N scale “2-6-2”,

The lead set of wheels he blew…

Pictured once

An engine thus,

Converted to an “0-6-2.”

Most steam engines of this type,

In foreign fields are ripe…

In the U.S.

Mostly tank engines are left,

Them with tenders as hard to find as snipe!

Some may have come from Birmingham,

Alabama, a modified plan…

No evidence there—

Or up in the air—

The Internet doesn’t do well with “rare”.

He thinks Indiana coal fields,

Was where a real engine congealed…

Now he cannot find

The photo in mind,

Not finding a prototype, his mind reels!

Worse yet, he’s lost his model,

Was it sold or just took a toddle…

Somewhere below

All the other stuff so,

His research continues in high throttle!

–Jonathan Caswell

Google Image of a live steam model of a European designed 0-6-2 + tender,

produced by ROUNDHOUSE, makers of small scale live steam models.

A TOAST TO FRIENDS PRESENT AND MISSING…AT CHRISTMAS TIME!

People we miss and love,

Missing or taken above…

Oh how we miss

Their joy or hiss,

Their gentle comments or rough!

Among them is Esther Ling,

She was in the lesbian thing…

Opposite were we

But she was a Mommy,

Ran to her when figuratively I needed mothering!

Numerous friends I had in school,

Have slipped or drove away (I’m the fool)…

Some I drove away

Or ignored to this day,

Elementary through college kept only two

Bloggers–many follow some not–

Never sure of how many give you thought…

Over a thousand mine

To whom I give little time,

Just a handful  of their blogs I’ve sought!

Surrounded by my family we are,

Been slow to contact any (my par)…

Younger ones I don’t know

As familiar ones go,

What can I do, having delayed thus far?

Does any of this make sense,

Is loss of your friends as immense…

I’m sure it is–

Friends we miss,

We remember  our friends in the past tense!

–Jonathan Caswell

HE COULD BE SHOT…!

The Poet could be shot,

Will be, likely as not…

Suggesting bras

Have their flaws,

For the well-endowed are healthy and hot!

Those “bouncing” videos

Combined with torn muscle throes…

Unless contained

Could cause real pain,

Suff’ring of which somebody knows.

Foreigners complain that we,

Over-emphasize  effacey…

Of the bra

For every flaw,

It shapes “them” daintily.

“Lift and separate”…*

Room to breathe is great,

Constricting–yes–

But look at the “bless”,

With others you comiserate!

–Jonathan Caswell

*A motto of PLAYTEX bras, if I remember!

HOUSE CAT INDIGESTION

HOUSE CAT INDIGESTION

I see some ribbon on the hall rug

That Kizzy ‘cross the hall batted there…

He used to bat a lot out,

Underneath his door, to be fair!

I heard he had a problem

With his litter box output blocked”’

The vet. looked inside and found  those

Ribbons in his colon well-stocked!

I hope Kizzy learned his lesson,

Fewer things left in the hall”’

He is, as an older kitty,

We hope wisest of all.

Speaking of blockage,

My parent’s Toby Cat…

Got into a chunk of suet

Chewing all that fat.

Toby moaned and did not eat

For a few days or so..

.We were all overjoyed

When he went to “go”.

His vet said no operation,

Just let it all work through…

Toby Cat learned his lesson

And let the birds have some too!

–Jonathan Caswell

THE Q.A. CONSTITUTIONAL

THE Q.A.* CONSTITUTIONAL

(Or…the Quality Assurance Dept. walk)

Most good weather evenings,

Q.A. walks around…

The Upper and Lower Parking Lots

To settle themselves down.

They work on mini-microchips

With chemicals and more,

They need to relax so they

Won’t drop them on the floor…!

There usually are two,

If not the total three…

Three or four circuits

Keep them healthy.

–Jonathan Caswell

NOW THERE’S HOPE!

NOW THERE’S HOPE!

With frantic but firm intent,

He looked for the Heaven-sent…

Got his ride

To groceries supplied,

And found a car to rent.

Thus he will be freed

to respond closely to need..

Find a legit

Car that will fit,

His wife and he more guaranteed!

–Jonathan Caswell

HAREM SCARE’EM AND ME!

HAREM SCARE ‘EM AND ME !

(To the tune of “THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS”…A SONG)

He thought he’d like a harem–

Oh, what a great idea–

Collecting beautiful women

For each day of the year…

Have one of every hair color:

Of red-heads, two or three,

Some that change with the season

Oh what a company!

But modern girls aren’t like the ones

That lived in olden time,

They’re much more educated,

Don’t easily resign…

Their lives and their futures

To a fat cat jailer-king,

To volunteer they’d like to hear

His cash disbursement ring.

Logistics would be maddening

Even if all were convinced,

Coming from all over

When he saw the bill he winced…

He began feeling outnumbered

Cooperation thin,

Instead of coming one-by-one

They all came after him!

He couldn’t pay their wages

So all up and left,

His fine plans for his evenings–

Not a single one was kept…

And then he got the bills for

The leaving of each one,

He decided then and there

Modern harems were no fun!

I thought of the same thing myself,

Like “THE HAREM OF BIRDS”

But only beautiful bloggers–

Women, in other words…

An exclusive club with just one man

My wife would veto fast,

My flesh already wants control—

The concept sounds a blast.

But thinking realistically

My cost is way too much,

I’ll lose those friends who cannot stand

A married man’s touch…

Long-distance relationships

Are harder to maintain,

I’d just as soon give up now

Before I feel the pain!

–Jonathan Caswell

TEST AND APPROVE

TEST AND APPROVE

(The Book of Paul’s Letter to the Romans, Chapter 12: verse 2)

Test and approve God’s will

By learning what it is (better still)…

Renew your mind

With Bible study (Christ’s mind),

God’s good and pleasing, perfect, merciful will!

–Jonathan Caswell

SECRET HIDING PLACE

SECRET HIDING PLACE

He hid away his little toy

In a place he could view…

Now he can’t find the little thing

Or the file, to view!

It wasn’t one of his normal toys

Or how he usually sent…

He’d like to get it out someday

But he doesn’t know where it went.

In truth it was the kind of thing

That he should soon delete…

But since he can’t find it

He has to admit defeat!

He will try one more time,

Perhaps it didn’t “take”…

If that is gtrue, his job is done—

Such a piece of cake!

–Jonathan Caswell

A ROUGH FINAL LANDING

A ROUGH FINAL LANDING

He could not really resist,

JUST ONE MORE BID…for this…

He’d hit ground

Before this round,

With funds that didn’t exist!.

He has his regular pay,

Extra moneys have flown away…

He’s going to plea

For poverty,

Though in faith the bid was made.

He’s hoping the other bidder

Is not in financial winter…

If the Seller decides

To set HIS aside,

Declaring the other the winner!

Sent messages–his fault–

Hasn’t had any answer–result…

He’s fearing that

There’s no escape flat,

Being caught in a final halt!.

–Jonathan Caswell