Waiting for the wife

With shorts falling down…

He rested on a bench

Until she came around.

Kept his eyes moving

To view the people there…

All kinds walking in and out–

He didn’t want to stare!

All kinds of family groups–

All kinds of attire–

Young girls’ flowing floral vests

And many spare tires!

The end of his observing

Was his wife’s “halloo”

Then they both were hurting…

With nothing left to do.


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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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