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
THE HAPPY COUPLE WORKS
His wife and he together
Work out emotional weather…
Communication
Is better than some,
But still needs some good old shoe leather!
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He’s not very easy to move,
She knows a shove is behooved…
Once she’s on her way
Inertia will play
To get him into the groove.
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He taught her to fight back
To his anger–she has the knack…
To talk sense
To the sometimes dense,
Getting them both back on track!
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It’s so much nicer when done,
His eyes are “better” but none…
Too skilled estimating
Spacial integrating
As well as his beloved one.
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They’ve learned when to talk,
Focussing on steps to walk…
Away from threats
And toward safe bets,
So no one their failures can gawk.
–Jonathan Caswell
A WOMAN TOO FAR
(Yeeesss–a play on the movie title, “A Bridge Too Far”!)
He recently overheard talk
About the “other side”
Of a woman he had once adored…
For whom he’d have cheated or lied.
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To him, she became a goddess,
Like a warrior princess of ould…
Infatuation-Lust with a capital “L”,
Fear kept him from being too bold.
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This half-working man and the full-woman “she-wolf”
Saw each other most days…
Hook-line-and-sinker with loyalty
He ALWAYS found her praised.
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She didn’t need another,
She kept a boyfriend on the side…
Had divorced a husband not MAN enough
To be so in her eyes.
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She caught on to his attachment
And the fevered fervor within…
The same personal details openly mentioned
Became daggers to plunge in.
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Caught and completely sold out,
He staggered from his pain…
He knew that it would have to come—
This goading to force him into shame.
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That full-bodied she-wolf and the half-working man
Both had their own loves to keep…
Yet still for years of recov’ry there-from,
For her memory he’d easily weep!
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 