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
SARAH WITH AN “H”
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Th eye doctor has a jewel
Called Sarah with an “H”…
A redhead I remember from last year
Who has many positive traits!
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Her folks from Lancaster county, PA,
And she lived up near Cooperstown..
She knows on the map where Binghamton is,
All places I’ve been around.
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Found out that she likes poetry
and was willing to take a look…
At a blog (this one!) she just learned about
And on Thursday, she’ll receive my book.
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How pleasant she is–professional too–
Shifting patients with caring and grace…
I’d be honored to be under her care
When next I visit the place!
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–Jonathan Caswell (May need editing…my eyes are still dilated! Wanted to get this posted before she checks in again!)
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
GOOD THING, TOO.
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At least two women have figures
These redheads embody no stigmas…
But to his eye
He’s ready to fly,
To either one’s beckoning fingers!
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It’s not that they act unkind,
But don’t encourage his blind…
Devotion that’s plain,
Or cause him pain,
They’re not interested in his kind!
–Jonathan Caswell
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MY PASSING FRIEND
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She’s the only one who remarked
About my freshly shorn hair…
The one who always stops
To smile when I’m there.
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She is a good friend in passing
Nearly every night…
Never for harassing
But for spreading delight!
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The ending of Sarah’s workday
Near the beginning of mine….
Coincides with a pleasant exchange
For one passing point of time.
–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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RAVISHING REDHEADS
He’s never ravished a redhead
Except with his eyes…
Blonde and brunette were his closest loves,
Avoiding a redhead surprise!
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Being red himself he feared
An alleged quick anger blow…
He himself had the very same,
As a redhead he should know.
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His younger days a redhead,
He lost all his red “guard hairs”…
Happily married his brunette–
If anybody cares.
–Jonathan Caswell
HECKLING HER STAFF?
Irena sits on the arm of a chair
Marvels at Eric’s ice chop…
Sees great chunks fall to the ground,
Watch all that ice drop!
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Smiling taps on the window so he
Sees her watching his work…
She denies heckling her staff,
Watching is one of her perks.
–Jonathan Caswell
GENUINE GINGER
My Visiting Nurse, redhead Dale,
Rarely does fail…
To brighten our day
Til she goes away,
And then our hearts often sail.
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Perhaps of ample girth,
She brings her usual mirth…
My wife and I
See her twinkling eye,
She’s a ruby on the earth!
–Jonathan Caswell
HIS SPIRIT POURED OUT
Praise God for Deborah Grey,
She’d been too long away…
Her phone call
Blesses us all
So thankful for God’s display.
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We hadn’t spoken for months,
My wife did write her once…
Told her my story,
To God be glory,
He uses this spiritual dunce.
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Knowing the truth made her laugh
WITH ME and on my behalf…
It’s joyful knowing
No one I’m snowing
Nor subject to judgmental wrath!
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We talked for nearly an hour,
A wonderful cleansing shower…
This sister close
Deliberately chose
In us to His sweet Spirit pour!
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 