A popular color is “nude”.
Depends on your attitude…
A tan-like beige,
It is the rage,
While others think it should be viewed!
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Looking good in the street,
Clothes this color are sweet…
When one is home
And all alone,
THEN accomplish the feat!
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–Jonathan Caswell
(Is this too much?)
Ordering succulent dishes,
Nobody warned him about fishes…
Cooked in skin
Eyes stay in,
One getting more than one wishes!
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😀
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–Jonathan Caswell
The Poet found he’d camped
On a hill overly cramped…
Waters rising
Were small-sizing
His hill with no exit ramp!
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–J.E.C.
When one’s passion deflates,
One-way, no prospective dates…
The one hoping
Has an eye opening,
To see what was missed by the fates.
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Not saying  they notice the fat,
But things they were blind to at that…
Things unseen
In their dream,
Reality hits…KERSPLATT!!!
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😀
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–J.E.C.
Smell them spring, summer, fall,
Most any time at all…
Dancing on breezes–
Closer cause sneezes–
But winter no smell at all (well hardly!)
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-J.E.C.
His bid he learned to withdraw,
Before he lost it all…
Another “Unpaid”
Bill be laid,
In his record, to stick in his craw!
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–J.E.C.
*…in “the nick of time!”
Trav’ling to Adirondack hollers,
A last-minute parking meant squalor…
Came back from those hills
Facing  big bills,
Parking = ONE HUNDRED-THIRTY DOLLARS!!!!
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–Jonathan Caswell
Posting poetry tricky
Is often a wicket sticky…
I’ll take a chance
by the seat of my pants
And offer this morning quicky!
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==J.E.C.
English takes a mauling,
When punsters come a-calling…
“Pauls” we got
And hope none are shot,
The tragedy would be “a-Pauling!”
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–J.E.C.
L-eftovers she thinks edible,
E-ven  when a day old…
F-lavor she thinks it better
T-ill the stuff gets too old!
O-lder than a day or two
V-ery seldom she eats,
E-ver watchful of quality
R-ationing her treats…
S-oooo—let her husband eat it up!  😦
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–J. E. Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 