NICE BEING A POET
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It’s so nice being a poet
When someone will care and show it…
Dog and cats now
Say “he’s MEOW!”
In various ways they bestow it!
–Jonathan Caswell
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NICE BEING A POET
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Category Archives: dogs
GRACIE-DOG!
GRACIE-DOG!
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Our Janet came around
With a new dog today…
She said her name was Gracie
From a shelter, by the way..
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Unlike poor old Morgan,
Related to a whippet…
This new one is a black dachshund
So short she is a midget!
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Her short little legs
Move her right along…
Neighbors laugh at her rolling in grass
And bonds are growing strong.
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Getting used to one another
Takes a little time…
Some of us miss old Madison
Who was far past her prime!
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Gracie-Dog doesn’t trust men–
Last night she smelled my slippers…
This morning, though she shied away,
More time we’ll gladly give her.
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–Jonathan Caswell
FUR-BRAINED FELINES
FUR-BRAINED FELINES
You Tube compilations
Of cat concentrations…
Mirrors and jumps
And into bath dumps,
Expose tintinnabulations!
–Jonathan Caswell
HE’S MAKING IT PERSONAL
HE’S MAKING IT PERSONAL
(Political and religious opinion piece)
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Today’s “ISRAEL NOW NEWS”
Reported our President’s views…
Unhidden by slant
We hear his rant
Denying survival rights to Jews.
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His “white boy”–namely Biden,
Put on notice the Jews he was riding…
To look to Israel
To find survival,
No longer by America’s deciding.
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Presidents flipping birds
To Israeli leader’s words…
Immaturity
And absurdity
Like little boys flipping dog turds!
–Jonathan Caswell
SOME PENTATETTE SUBMISSIONS:
SOME PENTATETTE SUBMISSIONS:
I submitted limericks to THE PENTATETTE** for several years. These are just a few.
It’s raining and snowing together,
The perfect Worcester (Mass.) weather…
But here’s the trick,
It better not stick
With cars driving hell-for-leather!
–J.E.C.
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Blogging of a starlet’s spiral
Downwardly took off viral…
What is stank,
She laughs to the bank
Not caring her story’s hirel.
–J.E.C.
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I once had red hair you see,
But grey, black and bald’s left to me…
My prejudice arose
‘Gainst the men I suppose,
Because anger for me was easy!
–J.E.C.
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In October his Mom died of cancer,
After all this time there’s no answer…
Why he’s not cried
But deep inside
The issue takes more than a glance, sir.
–J.E.C.
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He once knew a family from Douglas
Whose home was practically bug-less…
They sprayed lots of mist
With chemical fist,
Poisoned the dog and went pugless!
–J.E.C.
**THE PENTATETTE is an on-line and printed newsletter specifically for limericks. See http://www.limericks.org for details.
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APPRECIATED
APPRECIATED
Morgan and Janet drew near
To say their poem was dear…
Appreciating
My participating
In memories Janet found dear.
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Morgan is slowing down,
Of dog years she’s plied up a mound…
Moving slower
(We’re glad we know her)
Along familiar ground.
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Janet shared memories
Of her dog, running with ease…
Of long ago
Letting me know
She appreciates poems like these.
–Jonathan Caswell
IS THAT KIZZIE CAT?
IS THAT KIZZIE CAT?
A fat, furry tiger-and-white
In the hallway here…
Posing in front of his apartment door,
As he does throughout the year.
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Flops himself indolently
Stretching out in cat display…
Woe betide the scratcher of bellies,
He might not want to stay.
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When we first moved in next door
A poodle had resided here…
Kizzie clawed the poodle’s paws
The poor dog ran in fear.
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We had a cat of our own at the time
But Kizzie bold as brass…
Entered our apartment,
Vanquishing the dog at last!
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For nailing the little dog paws,
Kizzie lost his front claws…
When that dog walked by
A careful eye
Was kept where Kizzie might pause.
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Our cat has gone
But Kizzie the cat lives on….
Sometimes he greets me with his feats,
Slips into his door and is gone.
–Jonathan Caswell
MORGAN’S WALK
MORGAN’S WALK
Janet and Morgan down the stairs
To take a walk outside…
Janet used to show despair
But now they walk with pride.
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Morgan, a big dog for this place,
Once would jump with glee…
Encountering anyone close-by
Scaring dog and humanity.
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The dog went off to obedience school
Learning her lessons well…
So most times she remembers the rules,
As anyone can tell.
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Janet and Morgan make their way
Outside on their daily jaunt…
Often submitting to a scratched ear
For behaviour she can flaunt!
–Jonathan Caswell
AT THE NEXT TABLE
AT THE NEXT TABLE
A woman is humming at the next table
Sounding like her little dog…
The women are playing “Cockroach” as able,
Memory for the winning log.
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Her little dog named Lady
Often has hidden down below…
Management forbids pets in here,
The last time one asked they said NO!
–Jonathan Caswell
* Cockroach….a card game played with accumulation of nickels into a pot.
LITTLE DOG DRIPPING
LITTLE DOG DRIPPING
Fashionable sweater athwart,
A miniature stalwart…
Dripping snow melt
Loving hands felt,
While he was leaning to port.
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Coming in from outside,
Braving a snowfall tide…
Leaving a mark
Out where cars park
And quickly returning inside!
–Jonathan Caswell
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