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
EXCUSES–SOME LEGITIMATE…SOME NOT!
(All fictional–for fun!)
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He didn’t go to church,
Alarm clock let him oin lurch…
He woke up to find
Himself half-blind,
Sleeping in the top of a birch!
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His leg was really sore,
Like he’d hurt it before…
Jumping up and down
In Main Street like a clown,
Now who could ask for more?
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He wanted to see “The Preach”
And see what he would teach…
But when he lay down
He couldn’t come ‘roung,
In a way that his wife could reach!
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He sees people go by
That really aren’t there but why…
His current state
To halucinate,
It might not be safe to drive!
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Instead of church he prayed,
A poem he then assayed…
Was it wrong
To write a Lord’s song,
Then for church be over-delayed?
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–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 