He calls himself “fashion poet”,
One or two others know it…
In pursuits
Avoiding lawsuits,
He certainly doesn’t want to blow it!
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Him being man and all,
Must carefully judge his call…
With less passion
Than stereotypical fashion,
Not being the Beast at the ball.
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Gender matters to him,
Especially if women…
They’re the kind
He most has in mind,
Do they mind if he tiptoes in?
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–Jonathan Caswell
Have no other gods before Him,
Not even by innocent whim…
It’s suicidal
To worship an idol,
Walking on ice very thin.
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So periodically
He must sort his files to see…
What grabs his heart–
With that he must part,
‘Tis better than hypocrisy!
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Culling out accumulations
Of any conflagrations,,,
That hold him fast
He will cast,
Out for sanctification.
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–Jonathan Caswell
THE BUTTON-UP BLOUSE
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Forgive me for mentioning
I love a button-up blouse…
Pink or blue or white will do—
They look good on my spouse!
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Ah the memories of girls
Who had buttons to try…
Theirs are opposite to ours,
I’m still not sure just why!
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One in college allowed
One or two unbuttoned til…
She stopped any further research,
Though of me she thought not ill.
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I remember one time
When “gap-o-sis” got me caught…
In saying what I didn’t have to—
My Dad was anger fraught.
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A girl he had chased after
Offered him to see…
What delights lay underneath
And he did…naturally.
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That woman was his fave
Until the future wife came ’round…
When that woman cut things off
It really threw him down!
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He doesn’t need
To see one undressed…
To know that he likes that style
On anyone the best!
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 