He really did himself in,
Ran out of insulin…
Didn’t bring
For injecting,
So foolish to do himself in!
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–J.E.C.
ABSENT-MINDED…YOU BET!
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ANOTHER APPOINTMENT?
Forgetful is he lately,
Gently reminding needs he…
One more he forgot
Among a whole lot,
Calendar posting?–not he!
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–J.E.C.
FRAGRANT FORGETFULNESS
FRAGRANT FORGETFULNESS
Being absent-minded ain’t fun,
My beef stew was overdone…
Burned in fact,
My wife–with tact–
Showed the pot needed scrubbbing–a ton!
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I wasn’t feeling well,
Repeatedly asleep I fell…
The half-power burner
Was a real stomach turner,
But I slept through that smoky hell.
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To salvage the meat I’ll fry,
Less-valued in my dear wife’s eye…
She cleaned the mess
I started heedless
Of my wish to not have things fry!
–Jonathan Caswell
JUST ABSENT-MINDED?
JUST ABSENT-MINDED?
She wanted to bring him a treat,
So sashayed up the street…
Came to the shop
In sudden stop,
Saying, I don’t need to eat?!?
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His nervousness gave him away
As he forgot what to say…
He had a gold ring,
And would say something
But couldn’t figure it out all day!
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I know from where they’re coming,
My life isn’t always smooth-humming…
For things I misplace
I need lots of grace,
To keep my life from crumbling.
–Jonathan Caswell
SOMEWHERE…IN THERE!
SOMEWHERE…IN THERE!
It’s on the tip of my tongue,
Something I’ve almost got…
Searching among the mental files
For another poetic thought!
–
I almost had it last time,
Something about a dream…
Trying to connect the dots
To say things aren’t as they seem.
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I know when I will think of it,
When blogging time has closed…
THEN I’ll remember what it was
And write it down, I suppose!
–Jonathan Caswell
A “LITTLE” ABSENT-MINDED?
A “LITTLE” ABSENT-MINDED???
What a weird sensation to feel,
Having more time than needed to deal…
An appointment at ten,
Got up way before then
And felt foolish by his own zeal.
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Eight-thirty-thirteen was the day,
He thought eight-thirty okay…
As a time to be there
But was unaware
In bed two more hours he could stay.
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The real time was after ten,
He mixed up the numbers and then…
Discovered his crime
At the earlier time,
Got an hour’s more sleep in the end.
–Jonathan Caswell
DON’T TREAT ME LIKE THAT!
DON’T TREAT ME LIKE THAT!
So many people remind,
Me in ways that do not seem kind…
Do I look like a goon
Where people assume
That I need help with my mind?
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My wife, I understand,
She’s lived with me for a stand…
Of near twenty-four
Years and more,
She’s seen me in life’s demands.
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I’m getting used to her,
But the rest, my anger stirs…
How dare they assume
I have too much room
In a mind that frequently whirrs.
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So I’m absent-minded some,
That doesn’t make me numb…
I’ll remember in time
And make up my mind,
While hearing your fingers drum!
–Jonathan Caswell
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