NO “MOO”!
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Tuesday in the morning
We ran out of milk…
Had no extra creamer,
No satin or silk.
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Almonds or soybeans
We couldn’t “juice” instead…
Not enough deposit money
To get ahead!
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Whatcha gonna do?
Go buy some liquid “moo”…
Early on payday morning
Dance a quick skidoo!
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–Jonathan Caswell
THE SIGH OF RELIEF
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Payday has come–in brief–
We heave a sigh of relief…
Not out of the woods
But in the black–good–
‘Though spending is on a short lease.
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Edging back from the breach,
Defying our temptations to preach…
Back from the dead
Financially said,
To do anything is a reach!
–Jonathan Caswell
SCROUNGING WEDNESDAY NIGHT
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Laundry money goes in the till
A gas tank to partially fill…
Supper’s demand
Generally from a can
And peanut butter at will.
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Tomorrow is payday,
We got home and are okay…
The check’s nearly spent
On various events,
And pay the electric, by the way!
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Why can’t we just spend it now,
Not wait for the morning crow…
Banking regs
Prevent us eggs
From being too much of a sow.
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So much rides each week
On payday—as we speak–
Creditors gather
In states of lather
To prey on the paid, up a creek!
–Jonathan caswell
JUST SLIGHTLY…OUT OF WHACK
We have the money she said,
To buy that folding bed…
I’ll just call,
Confirming it all–
But the phone was dead!
–Jonathan Caswell
THURSDAY THOUGHTS
Making a list and checking it twice,
The wife wants me find pumpkin spice…
The meds I have got
Sure cost a lot,
But being healthy will be nice.
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I have to put gas in the car,
Or next week we won’t get far…
Have to pay down bills
As insurance wills,
Or driving the car will be barred.
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The Missus wants a new dress,
It doesn’t cost too much, I guess…
Train calendar for me
And let me see,
A new mop to clean up floor mess!
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She’ll want some treat when I’m home.
Will peppermint pretzels atone…
For my being a grouch
When she hollers “OUCH”
With pain when I return home?
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She sure has been good to me,
I wish I could guarantee…
We always can
Get what we planned,
Instead of saying, “we’ll see!”
–Jonathan Caswell
AN HOUR’S DIFFERENCE
It took an hour or less
Of difference for a mess…
Instead of freedom
He got more “C” from
The banking and paycheck process.
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He’d hoped to time things just right,
To be in “the black” that night…
But instead,
His hopes were dead
By timing ever so slight.
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So now he’s back in the hole,
A little less, but little control…
On any one item
That crucifies him,
He wishes he could crawl in one, now!
–Jonathan Caswell
THURSDAY NIGHT’S ALRIGHT FOR WRITING!!!
One more writing day to go
When the output tends to slow…
On weekends
I can’t play with friends,
‘Cause we are disconnected for “sho”!
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Our payday has come and gone,
We got enough to go on…
It got hectic
Paying the electric,
But it’s paid and nothing went wrong.
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Received only one message terse,
That my output became a curse…
They asked for removal,
I met their approval
Now there’s one less receiver of verse.
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I have to get ready for rounds,
Which is simpler than it first sounds…
One round a night
Then I can write,
The rest of my time, within bounds!
–Jonathan Caswell
RAINDROPS ON ROSES AND GEESE IN THE DRIVEWAY
(“My Favorite Things”)*
Raindrops on roses and geese on the driveway,
These are the wonders I see on a workday…
Translucent trash bags that turn out as coats,
Rainy days enough to fill sev’ral moats…!
When the legs cramp…
When the air’s damp…
When the snow fall comes,
I simply remember payday will come soon
And then the shift just hums!!!!
–Jonathan Caswell
*Refers to the tune this piece is sung to.
A QUESTION OF (IN-)SIGHT
He is glad that payday is here,
His emotions have gone rather queer…
Under-loved, under-fed,
Under a cloud, alone in bed—
He’d feel better if he only could see her.
–Jonathan Caswell
LIKE A FOOL
Yesterday was payday,
Thought I’d shop on the way…
Home from the job
Without a “bob”,
And hidden my debit away.
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So got to the front of the line,
One-thirty AM was the time…
But angrily left
My groceries bereft,
My bank card was home all the time!!!!
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When last week we ran short,
I thought I’d be a good sport…
Took the card from the wallet
And didn’t recall it,
Feeling like such a dork.
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 