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
❤ JOANNE ❤
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Putting it very succinctly,
Joanne in our eyes is distinctly…
A treasure to see
While we happily,
Visit her office meekly.
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In fashion that’s the best,
In professional confidence rests…
Her cheery manner
With not a complainer,
Or any of which we’ll attest!
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Blessed by her children dear,
We’re blessed by her presence here…
Those of us taken,
Loyalties unshaken
Would make our affection of her clear!
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We hope this Valentine will do,
We sure do appreciate you…!
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–Jonathan Caswell
HAREM SCARE ‘EM AND ME !
(To the tune of “THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS”…A SONG)
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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!
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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.
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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!
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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!
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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.
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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!
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–Jonathan Caswell
THE ONE THAT ALMOST GOT AWAY!
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He went back to Ebay
For the one that had gotten away…
It took years
Of search to appear,
He has it now–HAPPY DAY!
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–Jonathan Caswell
(atlasmodelrr.com)
FUR-BRAINED FELINES
You Tube compilations
Of cat concentrations…
Mirrors and jumps
And into bath dumps,
Expose tintinnabulations!
–Jonathan Caswell
STIR NOT UP LOVE OUT OF ITS TIME!
(Opinion, based upon Song of Songs 2:7)
Song of Solomon two: seven,
Reminding of the right time for heaven…
Out of context
Is frustrating sex,
Add reason to loaves with leaven.
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Sing and dance while you’re young,
Older folks, more foolishly done…
Appointed seasons
Make good reasons
Accepting you are also-run!
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Pressure without outlet
Just how stupid we get…
Romance out of time
Invites inner grime
When we are told, “NYET!”.
–Jonathan Caswell
WHY EVEN MENTION IT?
He saw it happening again,
Desiring more than a friend…
Resisting that pull
To pull the wool
Over his eyes and pretend.
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At least once a year he goes,
into these attraction throes…
Always one-way
He dare not stay
Too close to a prospective rose.
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Happens so often he
Knows eventually…
The “old nature”
Legislature
Votes for a juicy affaire!
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“Resistance is futile,” some say,
But rather just walk away…
Run if you must
From growing lust,
Be true to your beloved night and day.
–Jonathan Caswell
(christianity.com)
A CORDUROY SKIRT AND JACKET
(sing to THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS)
A corduroy jacket
And skirt are going to be
The next sewing project
My love does, you see…
She’ll make it from material
That cost a lot of “dough”
But I do like the pattern
And will love her in it so!
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Oh, the patterned blue fabric,
A fancy corduroy…
Is worth the glow in her eyes
When I paid for this joy;
She’ll have her new sewing machine
Which I guess I’ll set up too,
And help her with the making of
Until the set is through!
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We can’t afford to hire help
Except for a tip or two,
This pattern cost a lot to get
But she’s not feeling blue…
Except to say my illness brought
Her project to a halt,
Just taking over for her love
She did not find me fault.
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My BLUE SAPPHIRE OF JOHNSBURG (see Archives!)
Is the best one for me,
She takes up the slack I bore
And responsibility…
The least I can do for my love
Is allow a corduroy bolt,
To help her smile a good long while
And scamper like a colt! 😀
–Jonathan Caswell
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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By the Mighty Mumford 