Lovely jeans so young,
Flaunting their curves is fun…
They’ll flop and fly
By the age I,
Enjoy seeing jeans so young!
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How is it girls learn their tush,
Can pose in provocative push…
Body pride
Appreciatively eyed,
Leaves in a comparative rush.
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Oh, being young and limber,
Shivering men’s timbers…
There’ll be a time
That this was prime,
In youth’s dying embers!
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–Jonathan Caswell
FLOWERS OPENING AT SPRING-TIME
Driving on the way to work
I saw a flower op’ning…
Running along the near sidewalk
With ponytail behind jolting.
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Oh, to be young and fresh once more,
To run in sheer abandon…
Crocuses and dandelions too
Will push up as though random!
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I cannot run like that,
It is not of my choosing…
I have grown too stiff and fat
And my youth I’m losing!
–Jonathan Caswell
NO PORSCHE FOR HIM!
When left to his own devises,
He thought he had a mid-life crisis…
His red Porsche went
With the money all spent,
On higher living-cost prices.
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Realized he was no longer young
And had to hold his tongue…
Letting youth
Find its own truth,
Not wanting his older wisdom.
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The man was really shocked
At the age of his cultural clock…
What youngsters found keen
He thought crass and mean,
He wouldn’t buy ANY of that stock!
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At heart he couldn’t have an affair,
He didn’t want to hurt his wife there…
Even if he would
With no guarantee he “could”,
The price was too much to bear.
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He’ll just have to write poetry,
And deal with it artistically…
Somehow he’ll get through
With the same woman too,
The attainment of “youth” isn’t free!
–Jonathan Caswell
(Dedicated to my friend, ‘Becca, who thinks SHE’S OLD–NOT!!!)
By the Mighty Mumford 