I hadn’t believed the tale,
Computers and customized sales…
Every ad wants to stress
A leopard print dress,
Now I know they’re on my trail!
–
It took a few tries to find
Pics like the one in my mind…
All that interest
Would suggest,
I’d like to buy one for mine?
–
The poet caught a leopard’s tail,
And hunters have caught his trail…
If I’d bought
What I sought,
Would they turn to someone else’s contrail?
–
Jonathan Caswell
HOW…THEY-RUN-ON!
–
The Poet is reallyblue,
His hand has found somethingnew…
Typed words stick
Together really quick,
Correctthemisallhe can do?
–
–Jonathan Caswell
WE SHALL SEE AGAIN
–
The poet sees his surgeon,
Like two weeks before…
Will he say it’s time to go away
And amputate three and four?
–Jonathan Caswell
SANGUINE SATURDAY NIGHT
–
The sanguine watches TV with her tea,
While Melancholic writes his poetry…
They both were tired after the house party
And both dozed off a while.
–
Sanguine cherishes WONDER WOMAN,
On “ME-TV” Saturday she’s coming…
Melancholic may make it for STAR TREK–
“Honey, give me just a sec.”
–
Darkness reigns after eight o’clock,
The Poet keeps from writing crock…
Pretty soon the apartment door will lock
And they’ll both be in for the night.
–
–Jonathan Caswell
THE POET’S DREAM
The Poet dreamed a dream,
A class reunion-type scheme…
A blogger buffet
From far away
Together to be seen!
–
A gathering to be
That’s more like family…
Maybe guys
Would be a surprise–
Certain ones especially
–
The Poet then awoke,
From his daydream was stoked…
Too big a Pride
He’d run and hide,
Run into the rain and get soaked!.
–Jonathan Caswell
MY “SISTER” MARY
(a few years ahead of me in school)
Today I thought of Mary,
Who made Methodist time merry…
Her guitar
Made her our star,
‘Though the woman was ordinary.
–
Like me was milked for what she did,
And after a while she just hid…
No one to care
Beyond her talent there,
Doing as others bid.
–
I think she left the church,
Being ignored was a besmirch…
Spiritually
Starving like me,
Began her own soul search.
–
What’s happened I don’t know,
Has she found that God’s Love glow…
Or have some one’s arms
Betrayed her charms
Bringing her life down low?
–Jonathan Caswell
LESS ENCUMBERED!
(Adult material)
The Poet feels so free,
In draining out his wee…
His catheter tube
Has been removed
No pulling on leg number three!!!
–Jonathan Caswell
DRY WELLS
Dry well, dry well, dry well, dry well…
The Poet has a dry well,
With few stories he can tell–
Dry well, dry well, dry well!
–
Dry well, dry well, dry well, dry well..
His water level’s low,
He needs to read and live some more
So that his ideas flow!
–Jonathan Caswell
MAUDLIN MONDAY
The Poet seems awfully quiet,
His mind normally a riot…
On himself is he down,
And too sad to clown,
Or keep a stiff upper lip and deny it?
–Jonathan Caswell
NOT GOOD NEWS…!
The problem with this Poet,
Information…where to stow it…
E-mail passwords
Have flown like birds
From memory…I know it!
–
Changed some of them recently,
Only two can my mind still see…
Although I can change them
I’d like to arrange them
To remember more easily.
–
In one, I frequently work,
It makes me feel like a jerk…
Absent of mind
Of the worst kind,
And no–I don’t wanna twerk! 😦
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 